Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Don't make him mad, he'll put that bitch on him
Don't make him mad, put that side bitch on him
You him mad, he put you right back on there
You him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain't got no more
(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 times he caught on fire
Every single night I'm spittin'
Tryna my profit, baby watch 'em
I'm of one, I need two, threesome (yeah)
I need a
give me a threesome
Three, three, three, three,
Push your up in these strong arms
Every single eve I on
in the Bentley, I'm that raw
Wedding room in my home
gas in my Japanese drawers (rockin' gas)
My signed my Japanese wall
Vintage clothes, they kinda
I think you lost, baby I think you lost but

Don't make him mad, put that side bitch on him
Don't make him mad, put that side bitch on him
You him mad, he put you right back on there
You him mad, he put you right back where you started
got no more wristbands 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 can't me like I got the answers tatted on me
It ain't got no on me

I got a hoe and I got that ratchet on me
My life like dominoes, I can't make mistakes homie
Ay, I ain't got no nowhere
I got good skin like a cover
You can and chill with me
Let's drink a of codeine

Blessed when she on search she a lil
Breezy beautiful thugger with me
Enjoy the until you're gone
Pillsbury doughboy on
Wearing the seat belt 'cause my son
I put a corder on the of my son
I got your back, I got red in my tummy
I some velvet on my Maybach in a month
I got the itch, still I traded in or nothin'
I got like twenty cars, 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 made him mad, he put you back on there
You made him mad, he put you right 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 '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', ain't sue you
Mm, head a way from Raymond news
Mm, Porshes zoom, mm
I see you eatin' girl, you
Got Molly in my Red
I'm with the dolls, and we cruel
you do be fire like you

Don't make him mad, he'll put side bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side 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
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard 'bout 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!