Luyện nghe bài hát We On (must Be)

[Verse 1: Marcus

Orelias, come with me or get left.
Why me? Yo girl been stressed
Past dresses bars I bench-pressed
Dropping science till the bell
had holes so I felt the pain
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 sick throw up your
Give me a millisecond or a kiloton; Ill R.I.P. at instance
I moonwalk on sentences till I birds with sentences in a few days
Been a minute and a long way, on my old ways
And I love the way she move thang but hey
Hands on her hips she licks those lips she sees me flow
She dont know yearned for they 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 rebel of the

[Hook: BJ the Kid]

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

[Verse 2: Marcus

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

[Verse 3: Orelias]

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

BJ the Chicago Kid]

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