Luyện nghe bài hát We On (must Be)

[Verse 1: Marcus

Marcus Orelias, with me or get left.
Why like me? Yo girl been
Past dresses motivated I bench-pressed
Dropping science the bell rang
had holes so I felt the pain
Got played, so I play.
Pockets got fat so she my name (ooo weee)
Do they hit my line, coming and I love it
J.J. mixed so I spit sick throw up your
Give me a millisecond or a kiloton; Ill R.I.P. at instance
I moonwalk on sentences till I free birds sentences in a few days
a minute and a long way, reminiscing on my old ways
And I love the way she move thang but hey
Hands on her hips she licks those when she sees me flow
She dont know for hype they said no, so I became my own
Now I need is TLC or P&P till I TNT, get high and won't come down
Cause they the sound when 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 think I on
you must 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 much cause I couldnt miss it
Now Im missiles headed from my mental
To minds on missed missions
Pay attention, when you pay
I to write, stuck in detention
So to the beat when the DJ is spinning (uh)
I see no competition (uh), in dimension
Its been this way since Ive known
I known, pre gold chains and nice phones.
Watching talespin to ya head spin, songs write themselves
Stay up, when stress prevails and you feel
no fear, what do you fear? (Failure probably)
Dont quit; everybody why you
More sick than everybody; watch me. Take a picture, copy.
I stay on track I rhyme on tracks; turning curbs 45 degrees.
They laughed but its all good to me
Phonys out like bad weaves, straightaway Im on tracked beats
This hit me like a ton of bricks
So you know I move quick, she turn me on
Cause she that we on.

[Verse 3: Marcus

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

BJ the Chicago Kid]

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