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 that bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you
Ain't got no more
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You 'bout 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 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
Tryna my profit, baby watch 'em
I'm tired of one, I need two, (yeah)
I a threesome
Just me a threesome
Three, three, three, three,
Push your head up in these arms
single eve I lean on
Ashes in the Bentley, I'm raw
room in my Japanese home
Rockin' gas in my drawers (rockin' gas)
My signed my Japanese wall
Vintage clothes, they kinda
I think you lost, baby girl I you lost but

Don't make him mad, he'll put 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 back where you started
got no more wristbands 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 ain't got no on me

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

Blessed she on search she a lil easy
Breezy beautiful thugger girls me
Enjoy the wealth you're gone
Pillsbury doughboy on
the seat 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 some velvet on my Maybach in a month
I got the itch, still I traded in or nothin'
I got like twenty cars, baby one

Don't make him mad, he'll put that side 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 more but I got bands on me
He ain't got no more wristbands but I got on me
I'm in the whip, my clan tat they names 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 'em, let bitches swoop
Mm, how dare you, I kick a
Mm, my chains, I'm the Ruler
Mm, that's foreign, ain't no
We killin', ain't sue you
Mm, head a way from Raymond news
Mm, 2017 zoom, mm
I see you girl, you full
Got in my Red Bull
I'm the dolls, and yeah we cruel
Everything you do be like you

Don't him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right on there
You made him mad, he put you right where you started
got no more 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!