Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Don't him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side on him
You him mad, he put you right 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)
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 boy so many times he caught on fire
single night I'm spittin' fire
Tryna count my profit, 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 eve I lean on
in the Bentley, I'm that raw
Wedding in my Japanese home
gas in my Japanese drawers (rockin' gas)
My signed my Japanese wall
Vintage clothes, they kinda
I think you lost, girl 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 side 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 but I got bands 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 answers 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 like a cover girl
You can come and chill me
Let's a pint of codeine

Blessed when she on she a lil easy
Breezy beautiful thugger with me
Enjoy the until you're gone
doughboy on strong
Wearing the seat belt 'cause my son
I put a corder on the of my son
I got back, I got some red in my tummy
I want some on my Maybach in a month
I got the itch, I ain't traded in or nothin'
I got twenty cars, baby pick one

Don't him mad, he'll 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 right back on
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 more 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 got no scratches on me

Bird on my
Mm, you kick 'em, let bitches
Mm, how you, I kick a bullet
Mm, my chains, I'm the Ruler
Mm, foreign, ain't no skoom
We killin', ain't sue you
Mm, head a long way 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 that bitch on him
Don't him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on
You made him mad, he put you right back where you
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!