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, like a Dove bar
Park the double R, your trump card
This 300 large, from the guard, you get dumped on
You tumbled your number was called
The 40 calls, you summersault, dog
worry, lord, the summer's all yours
The pump still up under the fog
The horse is imported from
My songs is like porn
Pouring pourisons with tall
Black Panameras, Montana standards
is scanners in the Porsche
Grams is soft, we used to scramble on the
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, check the
The crib four floors, you know we in this for the long
shit I'm on

Uh, that's that I'm on
Roll the window and hit 'em all
that shit 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, green Gallardo
I'm like without the scar though
You know how go
The AR go over the collar bone
I bone fly in Ferragamo
My shine glow from behind a blindfold
Rock the frozen manteca, the Rollie
Uh, they crashed the Regera on La
All my lines is like
The tool shot derringers close by, I feel I'm John Derringer
Uh, all my clothes is cut
Only fuck with bitches if down to fuck
My shades a thousand and up
I got a Russian plug, I get you
Your heart'll pumping 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 white ropes
To 'em right, we get 'em lipo'd
Aight

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's that I'm on
Roll the down and hit 'em all