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'
Ashy to classy, now I bless 'em someone who sneezin'
I'm here to give 'em pressure, bitch, picture me squeezin'
Against the like I was Pac, wasn't nobody believin'
deceivin', know the truth, what 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 who nobody was feedin'
Automatic still give 'em the kick
Started the sideline, now I'm in game 6
Spit and make 'em replay it like stuck on the same disc
Work, I give 'em new, never stretchin' the brick
Never the same chick, yeah I'm still on that same
Cop me a new spot, see where the plane fits
Picture me with a crown, next to where my name sits
in the ceilin' just to show 'em what fame gets

2: T.I.]
In the heart of the jungle walkin' the fire
You beat the charge if you show up 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 and the cemetery
You better reach for the stars, take your best
You let them haters kill dream, your ass be assed out, forreal

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

[Verse 4: Tee
Freedom got me feelin' like I up
Out of prison, I ain't think I was blowin' up
Bunch of young niggas home, Rollies up
Run up on us, watch how quick I'll the toaster up
Money got me feelin' like you control us
Servin', out for the patrollers
We used to play the game, play on your
Seen get killed, heart froze up
Picked up choppas, got to go and duck
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' right 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

[Verse 5: da 5'9"]
OG
Never without vision or livin'
Never it though
I've out gettin' this since '03
little red cent and every dividend
Has been and acquired
Been legit, and been with the code
I'm than December in the winter cold
Look, I've been out givin' goods and clothes
To the children on 34th, nigga, ugh

6: Curren$y]
I could put you on 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 in the ceilin', that's the Wraith
Got the top in the trunk, a don
I give it to a nigga either 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: Snoop
Wakin' up, feelin' good, through the neighborhood
Do or die, day, I lead 'em in a different way
I take 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 I'ma 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 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 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
on sidelines watchin' what play I'm on
I call a audible, that's what a do
They keep askin' me, is there to do?
Well ain't water wet? Well then it's to get
To my shorty's set, and his set
game 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 full of niggas tryna off your on
Tryna find a place that coffin gon' fit
Me and my niggas on confidente shit
And we ain't really that off and on shit, I'm on

[Verse 9: Rick
Maybach
Chasin' paper, starin' out the
Was a stunna they froze all the assets
Killers at neck '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 really I ain't even it
Just look at all the 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 like to thank the dead presidents
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 gon' stay, courtside, accurate
We gon' 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 fight back but shock 'em like Raiden
I fold, I don't quit and don't cave in
Your nightmare, Freddy Krueger, Wes Craven

[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 think he really needs any coachin'
The weather's gettin' hot, Eazy approachin'
up and everybody sees the devotion
I put the in, I cause a commotion
Whenever I'm in public, Elvis
Hoes at my wanted selfies
Made it here and ain't nobody us
Now I'm on a path to be
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' 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 truth like his 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

13: E-40]
Ayy Trae, let the speak
E-40! The best that ever did it and got away 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' guns
I wish TD Jakes would come and pray for us
They pimpin', they flockin', they to steal and rob
their loved ones, inside job
That's why I stay with a stapler, a baby
Life or death in case I gotta pop
I a promise to the lord that I'ma keep it funky
Never switched, never sell my for money
I always been for right, maybe that's wrong
Now I'm on like the most song
Since a teen, I was my thing, magazine
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 come the gravel, the slums
Empty rack with spaghetti jars rockin' up crumbs
It ain't easy bein' on for 30 years to see the 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 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., 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,