Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On 3.0

[Intro: tha Truth]
They say three times the charm, I got ya

[Verse 1: Trae tha
Yeah, all gas, fast, livin' like was speedin'
Ashy to classy, now I bless 'em someone who sneezin'
I'm here to give '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 this evenin' for the one, reputation was
me gleamin' from the mud, ain't no point in you cleanin'
I'm motivation for the ones who nobody was
Automatic still give 'em the kick
Started the sideline, now I'm in game 6
Spit and make 'em replay it like they're stuck on the same
Work, I give 'em new, never stretchin' the brick
Never the same chick, yeah I'm still on same shit
Cop me a new spot, see where the plane fits
Picture me with a crown, next to that where my name
Galaxy in the ceilin' just to show 'em what fame

2: T.I.]
In the heart of the walkin' through the fire
You beat the if you show up with an alibi
wild in the city, no direction
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 haters kill your dream, your ass be assed out, forreal

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

[Verse 4: Tee
Freedom got me feelin' like I up
Out of prison, I ain't think that I was up
of young rich niggas home, Rollies up
Run up on us, watch how I'll lift the toaster up
Money got me feelin' like you can't us
Servin', out for the patrollers
We used to play the game, on your controllers
Seen get killed, heart froze up
up them choppas, got to go and duck
Shootin' up, it ain't no ho in us
Shit ain't even last, 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 couldn't 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
Never it though
I've out gettin' this since '03
Every little red cent and every
Has been counted and
Been legit, legal and been with the
I'm colder than in the winter cold
Look, I've been out givin' canned and clothes
To the children on 34th, nigga, ugh

6: Curren$y]
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 coke
Put you on a fitted
Put you on in my
Got the stars in the ceilin', that's the
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., 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 7: Dogg]
Wakin' up, feelin' good, through the neighborhood
Do or die, every day, I lead 'em in a way
I don't 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, kinda like manure
Eight cars, stars
Return of the mack with hot eight bars
Flip it, dip through it
This is the that'll make you get to it
Break down, it up, pour it up
Now drink it up, it up
Light it up, how you feel,
See you in definition with a mothafuckin' real Dogg

8: Fabolous]
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 watchin' play I'm on
I call a audible, that's 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 ain't over, it's more quarters left
I rep my city, do it for the set
I talk my shit until I'm short of breath
'Cause the world is of niggas tryna off your on switch
Tryna find a place that your gon' fit
Me and my niggas on some confidente
And we ain't really that off and on shit, I'm on

9: Rick Ross]
Maybach
Chasin' paper, out the casket
Was a stunna 'til they froze all the
Killers at your 'til you cut a check
You talkin' the money, nigga, where it's at?
Cars for my dogs, do it for the
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 I ain't even stress it
Just look at all the I got invested
Two years and two billion dollar
And now your ain't lookin' that impressive (it ain't)
So glad we gotta chase relevance
And I would like to the dead presidents
For not forever-ever, forever-ever
For all of them that passed, been gettin' paid ever since
Be okay, still paid, still it
We gon' stay, courtside, that's
We gon' take the House 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 but I'ma shock 'em like Raiden
I don't fold, I don't and don't cave in
Your worst nightmare, Krueger, Wes Craven

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,

11: G-Eazy]
And I don't think he needs any coachin'
The weather's gettin' hot, Eazy Season
up and everybody sees the devotion
I put the work in, I cause a
I'm in public, modern-day Elvis
Hoes at my wanted selfies
Made it and ain't nobody helped us
Now I'm on a path to be
So say, that's what everybody tells us

[Verse 12: P]
Raised in the dope game
If I had two guns up then they was both
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 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

[Verse 13:
Ayy Trae, let the speak
E-40! The best ever did it and got away with it
Let the speak
Not a tank, but I'm with the shit
On my coast, I'm the topic and the
Where I'm from it's hella squeeze and heathens' guns
I wish that TD would come and pray for us
They pimpin', flockin', they like to steal and rob
Backdoor loved ones, inside job
That's why I stay a stapler, a baby tomahawk
Life or situations in case I gotta pop
I made a to the lord that I'ma keep it funky
Never switched, never my soul for money
I always for right, maybe that's what's wrong
Now I'm on like the most requested
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' birdies with no wings
The best rappers come from the gravel, the
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, and tears
I'm an old ass youngsta, bruh, I'm a vet
Sick Wid It Records, sellin' cassettes 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

[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,