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
science till the bell rang
Shoes had so I felt the pain
Got played, so I play.
got fat so she knows my name (ooo weee)
Do they hit my line, quick and I love it
J.J. so I spit sick throw up your spine
Give me a millisecond or a Ill R.I.P. this at instance
I moonwalk on sentences till I free birds sentences in a few days
Been a minute and a way, reminiscing on my old ways
And I the way she move that thang but hey
on her hips she licks those lips when she sees me flow
She know yearned for hype they said no, so I became my own
Now what I need is TLC or P&P I TNT, get high and won't come down
Cause they know the when I come around
From rebel of the underground

[Hook: BJ the Kid]

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

[Verse 2: Marcus

Everybody that we on
It long getting the buzz strong
Had to for it; go and get it
Didnt sleep much cause I couldnt it
Now Im missiles headed from my mental
To peoples on missed missions
Pay attention, you pay admissions
I used to write, in detention
So move to the when the DJ is spinning (uh)
I see no (uh), in another dimension
Its been this way since Ive microphone
I wasnt known, pre gold chains and phones.
talespin to make ya head spin, songs write themselves
Stay up, when stress and you feel hell
Have no fear, what do you (Failure probably)
quit; show everybody why you
More sick everybody; watch me. Take a picture, then copy.
I stay on when I rhyme on tracks; turning curbs 45 degrees.
They laughed but its all to me cause
Phonys fall out bad weaves, straightaway Im on tracked beats
This fame hit me like a ton of
So you know I move quick, before she me on
Cause she that we on.

[Verse 3: Marcus

Some swear I emotions, put it all on my sleeve
Police handcuffs, I hit back with these beats.
repeat, writing for Katie, Keisha and Brendas.
Stats and politicians see our slim.
No slimmer than an art path.
For the love you slim
Dont to me when Im in the zone
to infiltrate every home.
Stop on commercial, incase u it.
Im strapped to the nose of a rocket bout to take the off.
Ive on this for so long.

BJ the Chicago Kid]

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