Luyện nghe bài hát Time I'm On

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

I drink codeine, my cup on the to relax
hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
Don't walk up on me, clutchin', you might walk that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these niggas cap
Out late night Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been make it through the headphones
You see me I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the 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 show
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we even know them

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

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

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

I ain't sit around, motherfuck what they make, I went that way
I play, hundred rounds, hundred racks on your brain, young niggas go rampage
This a new Maybach seat, go back more space, between us, an ice tray
rose gold, I don't 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 fuck with my daddy
I'm still thuggin', as fuck, ridin' 'round, toting ratchets

Out late night Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been make 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
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 even them

is the sound