Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On 3.0

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

[Verse 1: tha Truth]
Yeah, all gas, fast, livin' somethin' was speedin'
Ashy to classy, now I bless 'em like who sneezin'
I'm only here to give 'em pressure, bitch, picture me
Against the like I was Pac, wasn't nobody believin'
Nothin' deceivin', know the truth, what the you was needin'?
this evenin' for the one, reputation was steamin'
Vision me gleamin' from the mud, no point in you cleanin'
I'm motivation for the who nobody was feedin'
Automatic still give 'em the kick
Started the sideline, now I'm starrin' in 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, tryna see the plane fits
Picture me with a crown, next to that where my name
Galaxy in the ceilin' just to 'em what fame gets

2: T.I.]
In the of the jungle 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 your shot
You let them haters your dream, your ass be assed out, forreal

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

[Verse 4: Tee
Freedom got me like I flown up
Out of prison, I ain't that I was blowin' up
of young 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', out for the patrollers
We used to play the game, play on controllers
niggas get killed, heart froze up
Picked up choppas, got to go and duck
everything up, it ain't no ho in us
Shit even last, free bro and them
In Chicago I'm home, that's on foe and
Now I'm thinkin' right 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 without vision or goal-free
writ it though
I've been out gettin' since '03
little red cent and every dividend
Has been counted and
Been legit, legal and with the code
I'm colder than December in the winter
Look, I've been out canned goods and clothes
To the children on 34th, nigga, ugh

[Verse 6:
I put you on like socks
Put you on like my
Put you on the block, you can get off
Put you on the right lot, you can get that
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 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, day, I lead 'em in a different way
I don't no mess, get it off of my chest
be dressed 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, kinda smell manure
cars, eight stars
Return of the with these hot eight bars
Flip through it, dip it
This is the shit make you get to it
Break down, give it up, it up
Now it up, roll it up
Light it up, how you feel,
See you in high definition 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 a audible, that's what a baller do
They keep askin' me, is more to do?
Well ain't wet? Well then it's more to get
To my shorty's set, and his set
This game over, it's more quarters left
I rep my city, do it for the set
I gotta talk my shit I'm short of breath
'Cause the world is full of tryna off your on switch
Tryna find a place that your 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, out the casket
Was a 'til they froze all the assets
Killers at your 'til you cut a check
You talkin' the money, nigga, where it's 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
They thought I was done, but really I ain't even it
Just at all the dough I got invested
Two and two billion dollar exits
And now your relevance ain't that impressive (it ain't)
So glad we gotta chase relevance
And I would like to thank the presidents
For not livin' forever-ever,
For all of them that passed, I've been paid ever since
Be okay, still paid, still it
We stay, courtside, that's accurate
We gon' take the White House and get in it
They tried to us in to the villains like Colin Kaepernick
But it's okay, Gotham City savin'
You'll back but I'ma shock 'em like Raiden
I don't fold, I don't quit and cave in
Your worst nightmare, Krueger, Wes Craven

[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,

11: G-Eazy]
And I don't think he needs 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 shows selfies
Made it and ain't nobody 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 dope
If I had two up then they was both aimed
Saturday mornin', I'm Soul Train
Eatin' food, lo-mein
Now I'm plant-based, juice bars
I'm on now, I don't if the stamp straight
Told Trae I'm the truth his name is
Can show you what pain is, I'll tell you what is, ghost

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 speak
E-40! The best that ever did it and got with it
Let the councilor
Not a septic tank, but I'm the shit
On my coast, I'm the and the subject
I'm from it's hella squeeze and heathens' guns bust
I wish that TD would come and pray for us
pimpin', they flockin', they like to steal and rob
Backdoor loved ones, inside job
That's why I stay with a stapler, a tomahawk
Life or death in case I gotta pop
I made a promise to the lord I'ma keep it funky
switched, never sell my soul for money
I always been for right, maybe what's wrong
Now I'm on the most requested song
Since a teen, I was doin' my thing,
On the 1300 block, we had a
I had a mil' at the age of 19
In the kitchin' cookin' birdies with no
The best rappers from the gravel, the slums
Empty rack with spaghetti sauce jars rockin' up
It ain't easy bein' on for 30 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., 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,