Luyện nghe bài hát On My Sh*t

(I when I said I was gonna
tear the streets up
and I was gonna do my
I'ma this paper
doubt me haters
I can do me)

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

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

(Verse 2): Gold
Crying on the outside, smiling in the
Real n*ggas gon ride webside
I remember one the judge try to hurt my pride
I'm immune to the word play hurt my mind
bout the foul play hustle hard all day
Said my conduct was caught me in the hallway
Keep the stash in the door way down the parkway
Got my jews on today look like a dark day
I wonder why people think quick will make you sink
Switch up your wig but you gotta change the way you
Damn dog they say you can't pay attention
You class the case ask you missed a lesson
The streets keep stressing in the hood all day stuck
depressed cause you coming up short with luck
I you what keep your chin up be a little humble
Touch field goal with no fumble

(chorus 2x)

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

(chorus fade)