Luyện nghe bài hát Shit I'm On

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

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

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

2]
Huh, uh, yo, green Gallardo
I'm Marlo without the scar though
You how karma go
The AR go over the collar bone
I fly hoes in Ferragamo
My shine still from behind a blindfold
Rock the frozen manteca, the Rollie
Uh, they the Regera on La Cienaga
All my lines is like
The tool shot close by, I feel like I'm John Derringer
Uh, all my is Italian cut
fuck with bitches if they down to fuck
My shades a thousand 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 Seven Quattro, y'all don't those
We fly fly hoes to the Galapagos with white ropes
To keep 'em right, we get 'em
though

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