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' like 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 fuck you was
Gather this evenin' for the one, reputation was
me gleamin' from the mud, ain't no point in you cleanin'
I'm for the ones who nobody was feedin'
Automatic still 'em the same kick
Started the sideline, now I'm in game 6
Spit and make 'em replay it like they're stuck on the disc
Work, I give 'em new, never stretchin' the same
Never the same chick, yeah I'm still on that 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 fame gets

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

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

4: Tee Grizzley]
Freedom got me like I flown up
Out of prison, I ain't think I was blowin' up
Bunch of young rich niggas home, up
Run up on us, watch how I'll lift the toaster up
Money got me feelin' like you control us
Servin', out for the patrollers
We to play the game, play on your controllers
niggas get killed, heart froze up
Picked up them choppas, got to go and
Shootin' up, it ain't no ho in us
Shit ain't even last, bro and them
In Chicago I'm home, on foe and them
Now I'm thinkin' '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 goal-free
Never it though
I've been out gettin' this '03
Every little red cent and every
Has been and acquired
Been legit, legal and been the code
I'm colder than December in the winter
Look, I've been out givin' goods and clothes
To the on 34th, real nigga, ugh

6: Curren$y]
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 like a
Put you on in my
Got the in the ceilin', that's the Wraith
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., & 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, good, rollin' through the neighborhood
Do or die, day, I lead 'em in a different 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
real funky, kinda smell like manure
Eight cars, eight
Return of the mack with these hot bars
Flip it, dip through it
is the shit that'll 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 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 sidelines watchin' what I'm on
I call a audible, what a baller do
They keep askin' me, is there to do?
Well water wet? Well then it's more to get
To my set, and his shorty's set
This game ain't over, it's 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 of niggas tryna off your on switch
find a place that your coffin gon' fit
Me and my niggas on some shit
And we ain't really feelin' off and on shit, I'm on

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

[Verse 10:
mane
They thought I was done, but I ain't even stress it
Just look at all the dough I got
Two years and two billion dollar
And now your relevance ain't lookin' that (it ain't)
So glad we gotta chase relevance
And I like to thank the dead presidents
For not forever-ever, forever-ever
For all of them that passed, been gettin' paid ever since
Be okay, still paid, stackin' it
We gon' stay, courtside, accurate
We gon' the White House and get back in it
They tried to turn us in to the villains like Kaepernick
But it's okay, Gotham City savin'
You'll fight back but I'ma 'em like Raiden
I don't fold, I quit and don't 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 hot, Eazy Season approachin'
up and everybody sees the devotion
I put the work in, I cause a
I'm in public, modern-day Elvis
Hoes at my shows wanted
Made it here and ain't helped us
Now I'm on a path to be
So they say, what everybody tells us

[Verse 12: P]
knee-deep in the dope game
If I had two guns up they was both aimed
mornin', I'm watchin' Soul Train
Eatin' food, lo-mein
Now I'm plant-based, juice bars
I'm on now, I care if the stamp straight
Told Trae I'm the like his name is
Can show you what pain is, I'll tell you what game is,

[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 septic tank, but I'm with the
On my coast, I'm the topic and the
I'm from it's hella squeeze and heathens' guns bust
I that TD Jakes would come and pray for us
They pimpin', flockin', they like to steal and rob
Backdoor their ones, inside job
That's why I stay with a stapler, a baby
Life or death in case I gotta pop
I made a promise to the lord that I'ma keep it
Never switched, sell my soul for money
I always been for right, maybe that's what's
Now I'm on like the most requested
Since a teen, I was doin' my thing,
On the 1300 block, we had a
I had a quarter at the age of 19
In the kitchin' cookin' with no wings
The best rappers from the gravel, the slums
Empty rack with sauce 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, sellin' before the internet
I never made a in my life
But one day I'ma do it for my fans, the people 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,