Luyện nghe bài hát On My Sh*t

(I mean when I said I was
tear the streets up
and I was gonna do my
I'ma bout paper
don't me haters
I can do me)

(Verse):
I'm as a dove getting money like rich porter in his prime
out for slimes tryna beat me for a dime
I don't kick rhymes or raps I kick true
I keep a few racks, brickstacks
And a mack in a bag, don't make me it out
Cause will be yo a** I try to give n*ggas the one on
But they want that
They know I'm nice with hands yall can me the boxer
I'm even nicer with the box blade call me oxer
Cause from your brows to your doctor
Sha bang sha boom I just laced ya and salt in the wound
I will kill you chumps dead I let you defeat me
I'm in the streets hard and I be doing me
I'm a G with mad respect and you can my record
Fetti Cash brickstack I'm about paper (owwww)

(chorus 2x):
I'm on my ishh
You know I stay fresh thats that brickstack ishh
Pockets fat thats just that brickstack ishh
You haters still hating and I'm

(Verse 2): Fish
on the outside, smiling in the inside
Real gon ride represent webside
I remember one time the judge try to hurt my
I'm immune to the play can't hurt my mind
Talking bout the foul play hard all day
Said my conduct was disclosed me in the hallway
Keep the in the door way driving down the parkway
Got my on cause today look like a dark day
I wonder why people quick sand will make you sink
Switch up wig but you gotta change the way you think
dog they say you poor can't pay attention
You skip class the ask you missed a lesson
The streets will stressing in the hood all day stuck
Feeling depressed cause you coming up short luck
I tell you what your chin up be a little humble
down field goal with no fumble

(chorus 2x)

(Verse 3): R Dot
Its a new day but what the is coming to
We gotta consider our the new pistols
If you moving fast then the world might you
How you gonna be a if the crown don't fit you
Stressed out I got too many issues
It might be tears of sweat just me a tissue
Rent come first before people evict you
and fif thats the same sh*t we plead to
It gotta be shots before I bleed
N*ggas better bow n*gga before I leave
Its just straight talk truthfully
I shoot n*gga nobody shoot for me
I break down doors n*gga and I take those
Then move out of state and put on V's
I do this for my I got mouths to feed
I got a gun on my and trouserees

(chorus fade)