Luyện nghe bài hát Time I'm On

Three, man
Dubba-AA
AI
Louie made another one
I ain't did that, nah
Why you acting that? Nah
I do this 'cause shit, I just be in my own world
This is the

I codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking hella weed, loaded, I bought another pack
walk up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause know all these other niggas cap
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin'
I been make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all
Now nobody understand the type of I'm on

choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't know them

try and I'ma blow him right on the scene
Nigga check how I been with these hundreds in my jeans
I trying to shake back, I been loaded off that lean
Tryna come up a plan, I ain't throwed off as I seem
I'm in Cali at the and hoes running in and out
No more sleeping on Montana couch with a chopper somewhere around
I been living good on my own, I no baby now
I got platinum plaques the house
I be high, I ain't worried 'bout

I codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought pack
Don't run up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these niggas cap
Out night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I tryna make it through the headphones
You see me I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of I'm on

Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro
him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', dyin', we gotta show them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't know them

I ain't sit around, motherfuck what they make, I went that way
I don't play, hundred rounds, racks on your brain, young niggas go rampage
This a new seat, go back more space, right between us, an ice tray
Audemar rose gold, I know what the time say, new piece that Shine made
Walkin' 'round racks on me, motherfuck if it's flashy
I come up out the street, ain't no pretending, no acting
I don't blame no one for my struggle, I still with my daddy
I'm still thuggin', high as fuck, ridin' 'round, ratchets

Out late night with Three, ma, I comin' home
I been tryna it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all
Now understand the type of time I'm on

choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we show them
These bitch ass niggas stole him, and we don't even know them

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