Luyện nghe bài hát We On (must Be)

[Verse 1: Orelias]

Orelias, come with me or get left.
Why me? Yo girl been stressed
Past motivated bars I bench-pressed
Dropping science 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 they hit my line, quick and I love it
J.J. mixed so I spit throw up your spine
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
Been a minute and a way, reminiscing on my old ways
And I the way she move that thang but hey
Hands on her hips she licks those lips she sees me flow
She dont know yearned for hype they 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
From rebel of the underground

[Hook: BJ the Chicago

You must be a fool to think that I on
And if you think I on
you must 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 headed from my mental
To peoples minds on missions
Pay attention, you pay admissions
I used to write, stuck in
So move to the beat when the DJ is (uh)
I see no competition (uh), in dimension
Its been way since Ive known microphone
I wasnt known, pre gold and nice phones.
Watching talespin to make ya head spin, songs themselves
Stay up, when stress and you feel hell
no fear, what do you fear? (Failure probably)
Dont show everybody why you
More sick everybody; watch me. Take a picture, then copy.
I stay on track when I rhyme on tracks; turning 45 degrees.
laughed but its all good to me cause
Phonys fall out like bad weaves, straightaway Im on beats
This hit me like a ton of bricks
So you I move quick, before she turn me on
Cause she knows we on.

[Verse 3: Marcus

Some swear I wear emotions, put it all on my
Police handcuffs, I hit back with these beats.
Sleep; repeat, writing for Katie, 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 every home.
Stop on commercial, incase u it.
Im strapped to the nose of a bout to take the breaks off.
Ive waited on for so long.

[Hook: BJ the Chicago

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