Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On 3.0

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

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

2: T.I.]
In the of the jungle walkin' through the fire
You beat the charge if you up with an alibi
Runnin' wild in the city, no
All we is get that dough, run up the checks and
I'm self-made, made for the military
Get paid, dodge jail and the
You reach for the stars, take your best shot
You let them haters kill your dream, your ass be out, forreal

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

4: Tee Grizzley]
Freedom got me feelin' I flown up
Out of prison, I think that I was blowin' up
Bunch of rich niggas home, Rollies up
Run up on us, how quick I'll lift the toaster up
Money got me feelin' you can't control us
Servin', watchin' out for the
We used to play the game, on your controllers
Seen niggas get killed, froze up
up them choppas, got to go and duck
Shootin' everything up, it no ho in us
Shit ain't even last, bro and them
In Chicago I'm home, 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 used to payments, got the title, dare you try to take it

5: Royce da 5'9"]
OG
Never vision or livin' goal-free
writ it though
I've been out this since '03
Every little red and every dividend
Has counted and acquired
Been legit, legal and been with the
I'm colder December in the winter cold
Look, I've been out canned goods and clothes
To the children on 34th, nigga, ugh

[Verse 6:
I could put you on socks
Put you on my watch
Put you on the block, you can get off
Put you on the lot, you can get that coke
Put you on a fitted
Put you on in my
Got the stars in the ceilin', the Wraith
Got the top in the trunk, a don
I could give it to a nigga 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: Snoop
Wakin' up, feelin' good, rollin' through the
Do or die, every day, I lead 'em in a way
I take no mess, get it off of my chest
I'ma be to impress, no stress, fresh
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, smell like manure
Eight cars, stars
Return of the with these hot eight bars
Flip it, dip through it
This is the shit that'll 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 definition a mothafuckin' real Dogg

8: Fabolous]
And day I'm on
And if I wasn't, why would 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 watchin' play I'm on
I a audible, that's what a baller do
They askin' me, is there more to do?
Well ain't water Well 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 gotta talk my shit until I'm of breath
'Cause the world is full of tryna off your on switch
Tryna a place that your coffin gon' fit
Me and my niggas on some shit
And we ain't feelin' that off and on shit, I'm on

9: Rick Ross]
Maybach
Chasin' paper, starin' out the
Was a stunna 'til froze all the assets
Killers at neck 'til you cut a check
You talkin' 'bout the money, nigga, where at?
Cars for my dogs, do it for the
Right here tomorrow, nigga, inshallah
Prayin' on my knees, do it for the
Do it for the team, or let it be

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

[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,

[Verse 11:
And I don't he really needs any coachin'
The weather's gettin' hot, Season approachin'
Came up and everybody sees the
I put the in, I cause a commotion
Whenever I'm in public, modern-day
Hoes at my shows wanted
Made it here and ain't helped us
Now I'm on a to be great
So they say, what everybody tells us

[Verse 12: P]
Raised knee-deep in the game
If I had two guns up then they was both
Saturday mornin', I'm watchin' Soul
Eatin' leftover food,
Now I'm plant-based, juice bars
I'm on now, I don't if the stamp straight
Told I'm the truth like his name is
Can show you what pain is, I'll tell you what game is,

D.R.A.M., Gary 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, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on

[Verse 13:
Ayy Trae, let the councilor
E-40! The best that did it and got away with it
Let the speak
Not a septic tank, but I'm the shit
On my coast, I'm the topic and the
Where I'm from it's hella squeeze and heathens' bust
I wish that TD Jakes would come and for us
They pimpin', they flockin', they like to and rob
their loved ones, inside 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 for money
I been for right, maybe that's what's wrong
Now I'm on like the requested song
Since a teen, I was doin' my thing,
On the block, we had a machine
I had a mil' at the age of 19
In the kitchin' cookin' birdies with no
The best come from the gravel, the slums
Empty rack with spaghetti sauce rockin' up crumbs
It ain't easy on for 30 years to see the glitter and glamour
But not the blood, sweat and
I'm an old ass youngsta, bruh, I'm a vet
Sick Wid It Records, sellin' before the internet
I made a mixtape in my life
But one day do it for my fans, the people that saved my life
I'm on

D.R.A.M., Gary 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,