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
is the sound

I codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just another pack
Don't walk up on me, clutchin', you might walk that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other cap
Out late night Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been make it through the headphones
You see me when I 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

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

I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to
Smoking weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
run up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other cap
Out late night Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the
You see me I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody the type of time 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', niggas dyin', we gotta them
These bitch ass niggas done him, and we don't even know them

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

Out late night Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it the headphones
You see me when I in, I was all alone
Now nobody the type of time I'm on

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

is the sound