Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Don't make him mad, put that side bitch on him
Don't him mad, he'll 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
Ain't got no 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 times he on fire
Every single night I'm spittin'
count my profit, baby watch 'em
I'm tired of one, I need two, (yeah)
I a threesome
Just give me a
Three, three, three, three,
Push your head up in these strong
Every single eve I on
Ashes in the Bentley, I'm raw
Wedding room in my Japanese
Rockin' gas in my drawers (rockin' gas)
My friends signed my wall
Vintage clothes, they cost
I think you lost, baby girl I think you but

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 you started
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got 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 answers 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 ain't got no scratches
I got skin like a cover girl
You can come and chill me
Let's drink a of codeine

Blessed when she on search she a lil
Breezy thugger girls with me
Enjoy the wealth until you're
doughboy on strong
Wearing the seat belt just my son
I put a corder on the 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 like twenty cars, pick one

Don't make him mad, he'll put side 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 back where you started
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got 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 me like I got the answers tatted on me
It got no scratches on me

on my boots
Mm, you kick 'em, let swoop
Mm, how dare you, I kick a
Mm, my chains, I'm the Ruler
Mm, that's foreign, ain't no
We killin', tryna sue you
Mm, head a long way from news
Mm, 2017 zoom, mm
I see you girl, you full
Got in my Red Bull
I'm with the dolls, and we cruel
you do be fire like you

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 back on
You made him mad, he put you right back 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
ass nigga
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!