Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Don't make him mad, he'll put that side on him
Don't make him mad, put that side bitch on him
You him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back you started
got no more wristband
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard 'bout 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 he caught on fire
Every single night I'm spittin'
Tryna my profit, baby watch 'em
I'm tired of one, I need two, (yeah)
I need a
Just give me a
Three, three, three, three,
Push head up in these strong arms
single eve I lean on
Ashes in the Bentley, I'm raw
Wedding room in my home
Rockin' gas in my Japanese (rockin' gas)
My friends signed my wall
Vintage clothes, they cost
I think you lost, baby I think you lost but

Don't him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put that bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you back on there
You made him mad, he put you back where you started
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got on me
He ain't got no wristbands but I got bands 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

I got a ratchet hoe and I got that on me
My life like dominoes, I can't make lil' homie
Ay, I ain't got no scratches
I got skin like a cover girl
You can come and with me
Let's drink a of codeine

Blessed when she on she a lil easy
Breezy beautiful thugger with me
Enjoy the wealth until you're
Pillsbury on strong
the seat 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 some velvet on my Maybach in a month
I got the itch, still I ain't in or nothin'
I got like twenty cars, baby one

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 right on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you
Ain't got no more but I got bands on me
He ain't got no wristbands but I got bands on me
I'm in the whip, my clan tat they names on me
You trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
It got no scratches on me

on my boots
Mm, you 'em, let bitches swoop
Mm, how you, I kick a bullet
Mm, my chains, I'm Rick the
Mm, foreign, ain't no skoom
We killin', tryna sue you
Mm, head a way from Raymond news
Mm, Porshes zoom, mm
I see you girl, you full
Got in my Red Bull
I'm with the dolls, and yeah we
Everything you do be fire you

Don't make him mad, he'll put that 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 right where you started
Ain't got no wristbands
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard 'bout 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
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, on!