Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On 3.0

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

[Verse 1: Trae tha
Yeah, all gas, fast, like somethin' was speedin'
Ashy to classy, now I 'em like someone who sneezin'
I'm here to give 'em pressure, bitch, picture me squeezin'
Against the world like I was Pac, wasn't believin'
Nothin' deceivin', the truth, what the fuck you was needin'?
Gather this for the one, reputation was steamin'
Vision me from the mud, ain't no point in you cleanin'
I'm motivation for the ones who nobody was
Automatic give '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 give 'em new, never the same brick
Never the same chick, yeah I'm still on that shit
Cop me a new spot, tryna see the plane fits
me with a crown, next to that where my name sits
Galaxy in the ceilin' just to 'em what fame gets

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

[Verse 3: Dave
Fill a Backwood three nicks
V6, cut the coke,
Squeeze clips if ever we hear that he
I'm allergic to broke niggas in the
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, sleep since, on defense

[Verse 4: Tee
got me feelin' like I flown up
Out of prison, I ain't that I was blowin' up
Bunch of rich niggas home, Rollies up
Run up on us, watch how I'll lift the toaster up
Money got me feelin' like you control us
Servin', watchin' out for the
We used to the game, play on your controllers
niggas get killed, heart froze up
Picked up choppas, got to go and duck
Shootin' up, it ain't no ho in us
ain't even last, free bro and them
In Chicago I'm home, on foe and them
Now I'm thinkin' right 'cause I see I can 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 dividend
Has been counted and
Been legit, legal and been the code
I'm colder than December in the cold
Look, I've been out canned goods and clothes
To the children on 34th, nigga, ugh

6: Curren$y]
I put you on like socks
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 in the ceilin', that's the Wraith
Got the top in the trunk, a don
I could give it to a either way 'cause I'm on, L

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,

[Verse 7: Dogg]
Wakin' up, feelin' good, through the neighborhood
Do or die, every day, I lead 'em in a way
I don't take no mess, get it off of my
be dressed to impress, no stress, fresh
Off the east side, called me up and said
"Unc I'ma you on the b-side"
So I through, ah, mic checked, one-two, uh
Gettin' real funky, kinda like manure
Eight cars, stars
of the mack with these hot eight bars
Flip through it, dip it
This is the shit that'll you get to it
Break down, 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' Dogg

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

[Verse 9: Ross]
Music
Chasin' paper, out the casket
Was a 'til they 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
on my knees, do it for the keep
Do it for the team, or let it be

10: Chamillionaire]
Chamilitary
They thought I was done, but really I even stress it
Just look at all the dough I got
Two and two billion dollar exits
And now your relevance ain't that impressive (it ain't)
So glad we ain't gotta relevance
And I would like to thank the presidents
For not livin' forever-ever,
For all of them passed, I've been gettin' paid ever since
Be okay, still paid, stackin' it
We gon' stay, courtside, that's
We gon' take the House and get back in it
They tried to turn us in to the like Colin Kaepernick
But okay, Gotham City needs savin'
You'll fight back but I'ma shock 'em Raiden
I don't fold, I don't and don't cave in
worst 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 don't think he really any coachin'
The weather's gettin' hot, Eazy Season
Came up and everybody sees the
I put the work in, I a commotion
Whenever I'm in public, modern-day
at my shows wanted selfies
Made it here and ain't helped us
Now I'm on a path to be
So say, that's what everybody tells us

12: Styles P]
Raised in the dope game
If I had two guns up they was both aimed
Saturday mornin', I'm watchin' Soul
leftover food, lo-mein
Now I'm plant-based, couple bars
I'm on now, I don't care if the straight
Told Trae I'm the like his name is
Can show you what pain is, tell you what game 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 councilor
E-40! The best that did it and got away with it
Let the speak
Not a septic tank, but I'm the shit
On my coast, I'm the and the subject
Where I'm from it's squeeze and heathens' guns bust
I wish that TD Jakes would and pray for us
They pimpin', flockin', they like to steal and rob
their loved ones, inside job
That's why I with a stapler, a baby tomahawk
Life or death in case I gotta pop
I a promise to the lord that 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 like the most song
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' cookin' with no wings
The rappers come from the gravel, the slums
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 before the
I never a mixtape 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., 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,