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 dresses 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 sick throw up your spine
Give me a millisecond or a kiloton; Ill R.I.P. at instance
I moonwalk on till I free birds with sentences in a few days
Been a and a long way, reminiscing on my old ways
And I love the way she that thang but hey
Hands on her hips she licks those lips when she sees me
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 come down
they know the sound when I come around
From that of the underground

[Hook: BJ the Kid]

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

[Verse 2: Orelias]

Everybody that we on
It took long getting the strong
Had to for it; go and get it
Didnt sleep cause I couldnt miss it
Now Im sending missiles headed from my
To peoples on missed missions
Pay attention, when you pay
I used to write, in detention
So move to the beat the DJ is spinning (uh)
I see no competition (uh), in another
Its been this way since Ive known
I wasnt known, pre chains and nice phones.
talespin to make ya head spin, songs write themselves
Stay up, stress prevails and you feel hell
Have no fear, do you fear? (Failure probably)
Dont quit; everybody why you
More sick than everybody; watch me. Take a picture, copy.
I stay on when I rhyme on tracks; turning curbs 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 know I move quick, before she me on
Cause she knows we on.

[Verse 3: Marcus

Some swear I 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 an art career path.
For the love you fast
Dont talk to me when Im in the
Snapping to every home.
Stop on commercial, u missed it.
Im strapped to the nose of a rocket 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)