Luyện nghe bài hát Shit I'm On

Uh, uh, uh, fuck you talk, Uh
You already know we doing, boy
shit, shit, uh, uh, huh, uh

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

Uh, that shit I'm on
Roll the window 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 though
You how karma go
The AR go over the collar bone
I bone fly in Ferragamo
My shine still glow behind a blindfold
Rock the manteca, the Rollie Skydweller
Uh, they crashed the on La Cienaga
All my is like cinema
The tool shot derringers by, I feel like I'm John Derringer
Uh, all my is Italian cut
Only fuck bitches if they down to fuck
My shades a thousand and up
I got a plug, I get you plugged
Your stop pumping blood
Get fly for the in the no fly zone
Copped the R Seven Quattro, 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 shit I'm on
Roll the down and hit 'em all
That's shit I'm on
that shit I'm on
That's shit I'm on
Roll the window and hit 'em all