Luyện nghe bài hát Shit I'm On

Uh, uh, uh, you talk, boy? Uh
You know what we doing, boy
shit, shit, uh, uh, huh, uh

1]
I flood the shipyard, you rap
Fuck a roof, why cover the cars, like a Dove bar
Park the double R, pull trump card
hog's 300 large, from the guard, you get dumped on
You when your number was called
The 40 calls, you summersault, dog
Don't worry, lord, the all yours
The pump up under the London fog
The horse is imported from
My is like soft porn
pourisons with tall Amazons
Black Panameras, Montana standards
Scramblers is in the Porsche
Grams is soft, we used to on the porch
For what a Phantom cost, I blam at thoughts
Transport snort, so raw the snowballed
Got bowling for balls
My redbone whore, she Charlie Baltimore
We up, my dog, the scoreboard
The crib four floors, you we in this for the long haul
shit I'm on

Uh, that's that I'm on
Roll the down and hit 'em all
That's shit I'm on
That's shit I'm on
That's that I'm on
Roll the down and hit 'em all

2]
Huh, uh, yo, lime green
I'm like Marlo without the scar
You know how go
The AR strap go over the collar
I fly hoes in Ferragamo
My shine still glow behind a blindfold
Rock the frozen manteca, the Rollie
Uh, they crashed the Regera on La
All my lines is like
The tool shot derringers close by, I feel like I'm Derringer
Uh, all my clothes is cut
Only fuck with bitches if they to fuck
My shades a bucks and up
I got a Russian plug, I get you
Your heart'll stop blood
Get fly for the in the no fly zone
Copped the R Quattro, y'all don't drive those
We fly fly hoes to the Galapagos white gold ropes
To 'em right, we get 'em lipo'd
though

Uh, that's shit I'm on
Roll the window and hit 'em all
That's shit I'm on
That's that I'm on
That's shit I'm on
the window down and hit 'em all