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 the shipyard, you rap subpar
Fuck a roof, why cover the cars, white a Dove bar
the double R, pull your trump card
This hog's 300 large, from the guard, you get on
You tumbled 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 songs is soft porn
Pouring with tall Amazons
Black Panameras, Tony standards
Scramblers is in the Porsche
is soft, we used to scramble on the porch
For what a cost, I blam at your thoughts
Transport snort, so raw the shit
Got bowling for balls
My redbone whore, she like Charlie
We up, my dog, the scoreboard
The crib four floors, you know we in this for the long
shit I'm on

Uh, that's 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
Roll the window and hit 'em all

2]
Huh, uh, yo, lime green
I'm like without the scar though
You know how go
The AR strap go over the collar
I bone fly in Ferragamo
My shine still glow from behind a
Rock the frozen manteca, the Rollie
Uh, they the Regera on La Cienaga
All my lines is cinema
The tool shot derringers close by, I feel like I'm John
Uh, all my is Italian cut
Only fuck bitches if they down 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 hoes in the no fly
Copped the R Seven Quattro, y'all don't those
We fly fly to the Galapagos with white gold ropes
To keep 'em right, we get 'em
though

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