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 someone who
I'm only here to 'em pressure, bitch, picture me squeezin'
the world like I was Pac, wasn't nobody believin'
Nothin' deceivin', the truth, what the fuck you was needin'?
Gather this evenin' for the one, reputation was
Vision me gleamin' from the mud, ain't no in you cleanin'
I'm motivation for the who nobody was feedin'
Automatic still 'em the same kick
the sideline, now I'm starrin' in game 6
Spit and make 'em replay it they're stuck on the same disc
Work, I 'em new, never stretchin' the same brick
Never the same chick, yeah I'm on that same shit
Cop me a new spot, tryna see where the fits
Picture me with a crown, next to where my name sits
Galaxy in the ceilin' just to show 'em what fame

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

[Verse 3: East]
a Backwood with three 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 and we ain't speak since
Barney's, can't add up the paper we spent
Tryna get drunk, I'm tokin', I got a P
I touched a million, ain't sleep since, on

[Verse 4: Tee
Freedom got me feelin' like I up
Out of prison, I ain't that I was blowin' 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
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' '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 to miss payments, got the title, dare you try to take it

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

[Verse 6:
I could put you on like
Put you on my watch
Put you on the block, you can get off
Put you on the right lot, you can get coke
Put you on like a
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 either way I'm on, L

[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 7: Snoop
Wakin' up, feelin' good, rollin' 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 to impress, no stress, fresh
Off the side, Trae called me up and said
"Unc I'ma you on the b-side"
So I through, ah, mic checked, one-two, uh
real funky, kinda smell like manure
Eight cars, eight
Return of the mack these hot eight bars
through it, dip through it
This is the shit that'll you get to it
down, give it up, pour it up
Now it up, roll it up
Light it up, how you feel,
See you in high definition with a mothafuckin' real

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 watchin' what play I'm on
I a audible, that's what a baller do
keep askin' me, is there more to do?
Well water wet? Well then it's more to get
To my set, and his shorty's set
This ain't over, it's more quarters left
I rep my city, do it for the set
I gotta talk my shit until I'm short of
'Cause the world is of niggas tryna off your on switch
Tryna find a place that coffin gon' fit
Me and my niggas on some shit
And we ain't really feelin' off and on shit, I'm on

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

[Verse 10:
mane
They I was done, but really I ain't even stress it
look at all the dough I got invested
Two years and two dollar exits
And now your relevance ain't lookin' impressive (it ain't)
So glad we ain't gotta chase
And I would like to thank the dead
For not livin' forever-ever,
For all of them that passed, I've been paid ever since
Be okay, paid, still stackin' it
We gon' stay, courtside, accurate
We take the White House and get back in it
tried to turn us in to the villains like Colin Kaepernick
But okay, Gotham City needs savin'
You'll back but I'ma shock 'em like Raiden
I don't fold, I don't quit and cave in
Your nightmare, Freddy 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 he really needs any coachin'
The weather's gettin' hot, Eazy approachin'
up and everybody sees the devotion
I put the work in, I a commotion
Whenever I'm in public, Elvis
at my shows wanted selfies
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 aimed
Saturday mornin', I'm Soul Train
Eatin' leftover food,
Now I'm plant-based, couple juice
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., 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

13: E-40]
Ayy Trae, let the speak
E-40! The best ever did it and got away with it
Let the councilor
Not a septic tank, but I'm with the
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 and pray for us
pimpin', they flockin', they like to steal and rob
Backdoor their ones, inside job
why I stay with a stapler, a baby tomahawk
Life or death situations in I gotta pop
I made a promise to the lord that I'ma it funky
Never switched, never my soul for money
I always been for right, maybe what's wrong
Now I'm on like the most song
a teen, I was doin' my thing, magazine
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 rappers come from the gravel, the
Empty rack with spaghetti jars 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 before the
I made a mixtape in my life
But one day I'ma do it for my fans, the people that saved my
I'm on

[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,