Luyện nghe bài hát Time I'm On

Three, man
Dubba-AA
AI
Louie Bandz made one
I never did that, nah
Why you acting like Nah
I do this shit shit, I just be in my own world
This is the

I codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
Don't up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
These be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't home
I been tryna make it the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all
Now nobody 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', flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
These bitch ass niggas stole him, and we don't even know them

Nigga try and I'ma blow him 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 with a plan, I throwed off as I seem
I'm in Cali at the studio and running in and out
No more on Montana couch with a chopper somewhere close around
I been living good on my own, I ain't no now
I got platinum plaques around the
I be high, I ain't 'bout y'all

I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to
hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
Don't run up on me, clutchin', you might walk into strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these niggas cap
Out late night with Three, ma, I comin' home
I been tryna make it through the
You see me I came in, I was all alone
Now understand the type of time I'm on

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

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

Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't home
I been tryna it through the headphones
You see me I came in, I was all alone
Now understand the type of time I'm on

Four 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 gotta them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we even know them

This is the