Luyện nghe bài hát Shit I'm On

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

1]
I the shipyard, you rap subpar
Fuck a roof, why cover the cars, white like a bar
Park the R, pull your trump card
This 300 large, from 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 still up under the fog
The horse is from Portugal
My songs is like porn
Pouring pourisons with tall
Black Panameras, Montana standards
is scanners in the Porsche
Grams is soft, we to scramble on the porch
For what a Phantom cost, I blam at your
Transport snort, so raw the snowballed
Got balls for balls
My redbone whore, she like Charlie
We up, my dog, the scoreboard
The four floors, you know we in this for the long haul
shit I'm on

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

2]
Huh, uh, yo, lime Gallardo
I'm like Marlo without the scar
You how karma go
The AR go over the collar bone
I fly hoes in Ferragamo
My shine glow from behind a blindfold
Rock the frozen manteca, the Skydweller
Uh, they the Regera on La Cienaga
All my lines is like
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 drive those
We fly fly hoes to the Galapagos with gold ropes
To 'em right, we get 'em lipo'd
Aight

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