Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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 back where you started
Ain't got no wristband
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard 'bout 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!

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

Don't make him mad, he'll put that 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 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 trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
It got no scratches on me

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

Blessed she on search she a lil easy
Breezy thugger girls with me
Enjoy the wealth until you're
Pillsbury doughboy on
Wearing the seat belt 'cause my son
I put a on the neck of my son
I got your back, I got red in my tummy
I want velvet on my Maybach in a month
I got the itch, still I ain't in or nothin'
I got twenty cars, baby pick one

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

Bird on my
Mm, you kick 'em, let swoop
Mm, how you, I kick a bullet
Mm, my chains, I'm the Ruler
Mm, that's foreign, ain't no
We killin', ain't sue you
Mm, a long 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
Everything you do be fire you

Don't make him mad, put that 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 made him mad, he put you right back where you
Ain't got no wristbands
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard 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!