Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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 made him mad, he put you right back where you
Ain't got no wristband
(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 a
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, on!

Shot that boy so many he caught on fire
single night I'm spittin' fire
Tryna count my profit, watch 'em
I'm of one, I need two, threesome (yeah)
I a threesome
Just give me a
Three, three, three, three,
Push your head up in these strong
Every eve I lean on
Ashes in the Bentley, I'm raw
room in my Japanese home
Rockin' gas in my drawers (rockin' gas)
My friends signed my Japanese
clothes, they kinda cost
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, 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 where you started
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got 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

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

Blessed when she on she a lil easy
Breezy thugger girls with me
the wealth until you're gone
Pillsbury on strong
Wearing the belt just 'cause my son
I put a on the neck of my son
I got your back, I got some red in my
I want velvet on my Maybach in a month
I got the itch, still I ain't in or nothin'
I got like twenty cars, pick one

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

Bird on my
Mm, you kick 'em, let bitches
Mm, how dare you, I a bullet
Mm, my chains, I'm the Ruler
Mm, that's foreign, no skoom
We killin', ain't sue you
Mm, head a long way Raymond news
Mm, 2017 zoom, mm
I see you eatin' girl, you
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 side bitch on him
Don't make him mad, 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
got no more wristbands
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard 'bout my figures, ey
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fuck thot
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!