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 the shipyard, you rap subpar
a roof, why cover the cars, white like a Dove bar
Park the double R, pull trump card
This hog's 300 large, the guard, you get dumped on
You tumbled when your number was
The 40 calls, you summersault, dog
worry, lord, the summer's all yours
The pump up under the London fog
The horse is imported Portugal
My songs is soft porn
Pouring pourisons tall Amazons
Black Panameras, Montana standards
is scanners in the Porsche
Grams is soft, we used to on the porch
For a Phantom cost, I blam at your thoughts
Transport snort, so raw the snowballed
Got balls for balls
My redbone whore, she Charlie Baltimore
We up, my dog, the scoreboard
The crib four floors, you know we in this for the haul
shit I'm on

Uh, that's that I'm on
Roll the window 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, lime green
I'm like Marlo the scar though
You know how go
The AR strap go over the collar
I fly hoes in Ferragamo
My shine still glow from behind a
Rock the manteca, the Rollie Skydweller
Uh, they the Regera on La Cienaga
All my is like cinema
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 a thousand bucks and up
I got a plug, I get you plugged
Your heart'll stop blood
Get fly for the hoes in the no fly
Copped the R Quattro, y'all don't drive those
We fly fly to the Galapagos with white gold ropes
To keep 'em right, we get 'em
though

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