Luyện nghe bài hát We On (must Be)

[Verse 1: Orelias]

Marcus Orelias, come me or get left.
Why me? Yo girl been stressed
Past dresses bars I bench-pressed
Dropping science till the rang
Shoes had so I felt the pain
Got played, so I play.
Pockets got fat so she knows my (ooo weee)
Do hit my line, coming quick and I love it
J.J. mixed so I spit sick up your spine
Give me a millisecond or a kiloton; Ill R.I.P. at instance
I moonwalk on sentences till I free birds with in a few days
Been a minute and a long way, on my old ways
And I love the way she that thang but hey
Hands on her hips she licks those lips she sees me flow
She dont know yearned for hype said no, so I became my own
Now what I need is TLC or P&P till I TNT, get high and won't come
Cause they know the sound when I come
From that rebel of the

[Hook: BJ the Chicago

You must be a fool to that I ain't on
And if you I ain't on
Nigga you not be on
We On (x9)

[Verse 2: Marcus

knows that we on
It took long getting the buzz
Had to for it; go and get it
Didnt much cause I couldnt miss it
Now Im sending missiles from my mental
To peoples minds on missions
Pay attention, you pay admissions
I used to write, stuck in
So to the beat when the DJ is spinning (uh)
I see no competition (uh), in another
Its been this way since Ive microphone
I wasnt known, pre gold and nice phones.
talespin to make ya head spin, songs write themselves
Stay up, when stress prevails and you hell
no fear, what do you fear? (Failure probably)
Dont show everybody why you
More sick than everybody; me. Take a picture, then copy.
I stay on track when I on tracks; turning curbs 45 degrees.
laughed but its all good to me cause
Phonys fall out like bad weaves, straightaway Im on tracked
fame hit me like a ton of bricks
So you know I move quick, before she me on
Cause she that we on.

[Verse 3: Orelias]

Some I wear emotions, put it all on my sleeve
Police slap handcuffs, I hit back with beats.
Sleep; repeat, for Katie, Keisha and Brendas.
and politicians see our chances slim.
No slimmer than an art path.
For the love you slim
talk to me when Im in the zone
Snapping to infiltrate home.
on commercial, incase u missed it.
Im strapped to the nose of a rocket bout to the breaks off.
Ive on this for so long.

[Hook: BJ the Chicago

You must be a to think I ain't on
And if you I ain't on
Nigga you not be on
We On (x9)