Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On 3.0

[Intro: Trae tha
say three times the charm, huh? I got ya

[Verse 1: tha Truth]
Yeah, all gas, fast, livin' somethin' was speedin'
Ashy to classy, now I 'em like someone who sneezin'
I'm only here to 'em pressure, bitch, picture me squeezin'
Against the world like I was Pac, nobody believin'
Nothin' deceivin', know the truth, the fuck you was needin'?
Gather evenin' for the one, reputation was steamin'
Vision me gleamin' the mud, ain't no point in you cleanin'
I'm motivation for the ones who nobody was
Automatic still 'em the same kick
the sideline, now I'm starrin' in game 6
Spit and 'em replay it like they're stuck on the same disc
Work, I give 'em new, never the same brick
Never the same chick, I'm still on that same shit
Cop me a new spot, see where the plane fits
Picture me with a crown, to that where my name sits
Galaxy in the ceilin' just to show 'em fame gets

2: T.I.]
In the heart of the walkin' through the fire
You beat the charge if you show up with an
wild in the city, no direction
All we know is get that dough, run up the and
I'm self-made, wasn't made for the
Get paid, jail and the cemetery
You better reach for the stars, take best shot
You let them haters your dream, your ass be assed out, forreal

[Verse 3: East]
Fill a Backwood three nicks
V6, cut the coke,
Squeeze clips if ever we hear he snitched
I'm allergic to niggas in the precinct
Found out my man was hatin' and we ain't speak
Barney's, can't add up the paper we spent
Tryna get drunk, I'm tokin', I got a P
I touched a million, sleep since, on defense

[Verse 4: Tee
got me feelin' like I flown up
Out of prison, I ain't think that I was up
Bunch of rich niggas home, Rollies up
Run up on us, watch how quick I'll the toaster up
got me feelin' like you can't control us
Servin', out for the patrollers
We used to play the game, on your controllers
Seen niggas get killed, heart up
up them choppas, got to go and duck
Shootin' everything up, it no ho in us
Shit even last, free bro and them
In I'm home, that's on foe and them
Now I'm right 'cause I see I can make it
Started, fam strugglin', I take it
You got it out the mud, I got it out the
I to miss payments, got the title, dare you try to take it

[Verse 5: da 5'9"]
OG
Never without vision or livin'
Never writ it
I've been out gettin' this '03
little red cent and every dividend
Has counted and acquired
Been legit, legal and been with the
I'm than December in the winter cold
Look, I've been out givin' canned goods and
To the on 34th, real nigga, ugh

[Verse 6:
I could put you on like
Put you on like my
Put you on the block, you can get off
Put you on the right lot, you can get coke
Put you on a fitted
Put you on in my
Got the in the ceilin', that's the Wraith
Got the top in the trunk, a don
I could it to a nigga either way 'cause I'm on, L

[Chorus: D.R.A.M., Gary Clark, Jr., & Mark
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on,

[Verse 7: Dogg]
Wakin' up, feelin' good, through the neighborhood
Do or die, every day, I lead 'em in a way
I don't take no mess, get it off of my
I'ma be dressed to impress, no stress,
Off the east side, Trae called me up and
"Unc need you on the b-side"
So I through, ah, mic checked, one-two, uh
Gettin' real funky, kinda smell like
Eight cars, stars
of the mack with these hot eight bars
Flip through it, dip it
is the shit that'll make you get to it
Break down, give it up, it up
Now it up, roll it up
it up, how you feel, y'all?
See you in high with a mothafuckin' real Dogg

[Verse 8:
And day I'm on
And if I wasn't, then why I say I'm on?
Get an M and get low, the Dre I'm on
Get a B in blue, the Jay I'm on
They on sidelines what play I'm on
I call a audible, what a baller do
They keep askin' me, is there to do?
Well ain't water wet? then it's more to get
To my set, and his shorty's set
This game ain't over, more quarters left
I rep my city, do it for the set
I talk my shit until I'm short of breath
the world is full of niggas tryna off your on switch
Tryna find a place that your coffin fit
Me and my niggas on some shit
And we ain't really that off and on shit, I'm on

[Verse 9: Ross]
Music
Chasin' paper, starin' out the
Was a 'til they froze all the assets
Killers at your neck you cut a check
You talkin' 'bout the money, nigga, where at?
for my dogs, do it for the cause
Right back here tomorrow, nigga,
Prayin' on my knees, do it for the
Do it for the team, or let it be

[Verse 10:
Chamilitary
thought I was done, but really I ain't even stress it
Just look at all the I got invested
Two years and two dollar exits
And now your ain't lookin' that impressive (it ain't)
So we ain't gotta chase relevance
And I would to thank the dead presidents
For not forever-ever, forever-ever
For all of them that passed, I've been gettin' paid ever
Be okay, paid, still stackin' it
We stay, courtside, that's accurate
We gon' take the White and get back in it
They tried to us in to the villains like Colin Kaepernick
But it's okay, Gotham City savin'
You'll fight back but I'ma shock 'em like
I don't fold, I don't and don't cave in
Your worst nightmare, Krueger, Wes Craven

[Chorus: D.R.A.M., Gary Clark, Jr., & Morrison]
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on,

[Verse 11:
And I don't think he really any coachin'
The weather's gettin' hot, Eazy Season
Came up and sees the devotion
I put the work in, I cause a
Whenever I'm in public, Elvis
Hoes at my wanted selfies
Made it and ain't nobody helped us
Now I'm on a to be great
So they say, that's everybody tells us

12: Styles P]
Raised knee-deep in the dope
If I had two guns up then they was both
Saturday mornin', I'm watchin' Soul
leftover food, lo-mein
Now I'm plant-based, couple bars
I'm on now, I care if the stamp straight
Told I'm the truth like his name is
Can show you what pain is, I'll tell you what is, ghost

[Chorus: D.R.A.M., Gary Clark, Jr., & Morrison]
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on

13: E-40]
Ayy Trae, let the speak
E-40! The that ever did it and got away with it
Let the councilor
Not a tank, but I'm with the shit
On my coast, I'm the topic and the
Where I'm from it's squeeze and heathens' guns bust
I wish that TD Jakes would come and for us
They pimpin', they flockin', they to steal and rob
Backdoor their loved ones, job
That's why I with a stapler, a baby tomahawk
or death situations in case I gotta pop
I made a to the lord that I'ma keep it funky
Never switched, never sell my soul for
I always for right, maybe that's what's wrong
Now I'm on like the most song
a teen, I was doin' my thing, magazine
On the 1300 block, we had a
I had a quarter at the age of 19
In the kitchin' cookin' birdies with no
The best rappers from the gravel, the slums
Empty rack with spaghetti jars rockin' up crumbs
It ain't bein' on for 30 years to see the glitter and glamour
But not the blood, and tears
I'm an old ass youngsta, bruh, I'm a vet
Sick Wid It Records, cassettes before the internet
I never made a mixtape in my
But one day I'ma do it for my fans, the that saved my life
I'm on

[Chorus: D.R.A.M., Clark, Jr., & Mark Morrison]
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on,