Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Don't make him mad, he'll put that bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put that bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on
You him mad, he put you right back where you started
got no more wristband
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard shaggin' 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 a
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, on!

Shot boy so many times he caught on fire
Every single I'm spittin' fire
Tryna count my profit, watch 'em
I'm tired of one, I need two, (yeah)
I need a
Just me a threesome
Three, three, three, three,
Push your head up in these strong
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 friends signed my wall
Vintage clothes, they kinda
I think you lost, girl I think you lost but

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 on there
You made him mad, he put you right where you started
got no more wristbands but I got bands 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 I got the answers tatted on me
It ain't got no on me

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

Blessed when she on she a lil easy
beautiful thugger girls with me
Enjoy the wealth until gone
Pillsbury on strong
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 some velvet on my in a month
I got the itch, still I ain't in or nothin'
I got like twenty cars, baby one

Don't make him mad, he'll put that bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put side 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 wristbands but I got bands on me
He got no more wristbands but I got bands 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 you, I kick a bullet
Mm, my chains, I'm Rick the
Mm, that's foreign, ain't no
We killin', tryna sue you
Mm, head a 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 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, 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
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You 'bout shaggin' 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!