Luyện nghe bài hát We On (must Be)

[Verse 1: Orelias]

Marcus Orelias, come me or get left.
Why like me? Yo girl been
Past dresses motivated I bench-pressed
Dropping till the bell rang
Shoes had holes so I felt the
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 throw up spine
Give me a millisecond or a kiloton; Ill R.I.P. at instance
I on sentences till I free birds with sentences in a few days
a minute and a long way, reminiscing on my old ways
And I love the way she that thang but hey
Hands on her hips she those lips when 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 and won't come down
Cause they know the sound I come around
that rebel of the underground

[Hook: BJ the Kid]

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 sleep much I couldnt miss it
Now Im sending missiles headed my mental
To minds on missed missions
Pay attention, you pay admissions
I used to write, in detention
So move to the beat the DJ is spinning (uh)
I see no competition (uh), in dimension
Its been way since Ive known microphone
I wasnt known, pre chains and nice phones.
Watching talespin to make ya head spin, songs themselves
Stay up, when stress prevails and you feel
Have no fear, what do you (Failure probably)
Dont show everybody why you
More sick than everybody; me. Take a picture, then copy.
I stay on when I rhyme on tracks; turning curbs 45 degrees.
They but its all good 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, she turn me on
Cause she that we on.

[Verse 3: Marcus

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

BJ the Chicago Kid]

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