Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Don't make him mad, put that 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 where you started
Ain't got no more
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard shaggin' my figures, ey
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fuck your
ass nigga
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
single night I'm spittin' fire
Tryna count my profit, baby 'em
I'm of one, I need two, threesome (yeah)
I a threesome
Just 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
Rockin' gas in my Japanese (rockin' gas)
My friends my Japanese wall
Vintage clothes, they cost
I think you lost, baby girl I think you but

Don't make him mad, he'll put that side on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side on him
You made him mad, he put you right on there
You made him mad, he put you right 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 clan will tat they on me
You trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
It ain't got no on me

I got a ratchet hoe and I got that on me
My like dominoes, I can't make mistakes lil' homie
Ay, I got no scratches nowhere
I got good skin like a girl
You can come and with me
Let's a pint of codeine

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

Don't make him mad, put that side bitch on him
make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you back on there
You made him mad, he put you right 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 ain't got no on me

Bird on my
Mm, you kick 'em, let bitches
Mm, how dare you, I a bullet
Mm, my chains, I'm Rick the
Mm, that's foreign, no skoom
We killin', ain't sue you
Mm, a long way from Raymond news
Mm, Porshes zoom, mm
I see you girl, you full
Got Molly in my Red
I'm with the dolls, and yeah we
you do be fire like you

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 back on
You made him mad, he put you back where you started
Ain't got no more
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard 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
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, on!