Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Don't make him mad, he'll put that side on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put that bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right on there
You made him mad, he put you right back you started
Ain't got no more
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You 'bout shaggin' my figures, ey
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
your thot
Pussy ass
Hop off a jet, hop off a
Hop off a jet, hop off a
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, on!

Shot that boy so many times he on fire
Every single night I'm spittin'
Tryna count my profit, baby 'em
I'm tired of one, I need two, (yeah)
I need a
give me a threesome
Three, three, three, three,
Push your head up in these arms
single eve I lean on
Ashes in the Bentley, I'm raw
Wedding room in my home
gas in my Japanese drawers (rockin' gas)
My friends signed my Japanese
Vintage clothes, kinda cost
I think you lost, baby I think you lost but

Don't make him mad, he'll put that bitch on him
Don't make him mad, put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you back on there
You him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain't got no more but I got bands on me
He got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
I'm in the whip, my clan will tat they on me
You can't trick me like I got the tatted on me
It got no scratches on me

I got a ratchet hoe and I got that on me
My life like dominoes, I can't make mistakes lil'
Ay, I ain't got no nowhere
I got good like a cover girl
You can come and chill me
Let's drink a pint of

Blessed she on search she a lil easy
Breezy beautiful thugger girls me
Enjoy the wealth until gone
Pillsbury doughboy on
Wearing the belt just 'cause my son
I put a on the neck of my son
I got your back, I got some red in my
I want some velvet on my in a month
I got the itch, still I ain't in or nothin'
I got like cars, baby pick one

make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put that bitch on him
You him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you back where you started
got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
He ain't got no more wristbands but I got on me
I'm in the whip, my will tat they names on me
You can't trick me like I got the tatted on me
It ain't got no on me

Bird on my
Mm, you kick 'em, let swoop
Mm, how dare you, I a bullet
Mm, my chains, I'm Rick the
Mm, that's foreign, no skoom
We killin', tryna sue you
Mm, head a long way from Raymond
Mm, Porshes zoom, mm
I see you girl, you full
Got in my Red Bull
I'm the dolls, and yeah we cruel
Everything you do be fire you

Don't make him mad, he'll put side bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put side bitch on him
You him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you
Ain't got no more
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You 'bout shaggin' my figures, ey
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fuck your
Pussy ass
Hop off a jet, hop off a
Hop off a jet, hop off
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, on!