Luyện nghe bài hát We On (must Be)

[Verse 1: Orelias]

Marcus Orelias, with me or get left.
Why like me? Yo girl been
Past dresses motivated I bench-pressed
Dropping science the bell rang
Shoes had holes so I the pain
Got played, so I play.
got fat so she knows my name (ooo weee)
Do they hit my line, quick and I love it
J.J. mixed so I spit sick throw up spine
Give me a or a kiloton; Ill R.I.P. this at instance
I moonwalk on sentences till I free with sentences in a few days
Been a minute and a way, reminiscing on my old ways
And I love the way she that thang but hey
on her hips she licks those lips when she sees me flow
She dont know yearned for 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 know the sound when I come around
that rebel of the underground

[Hook: BJ the Kid]

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

[Verse 2: Marcus

knows that we on
It took getting the buzz strong
Had to for it; go and get it
Didnt sleep cause I couldnt miss it
Now Im sending headed from my mental
To peoples minds on missed
Pay attention, you pay admissions
I to write, stuck in detention
So move to the beat the DJ is spinning (uh)
I see no competition (uh), in another
Its been way since Ive known microphone
I wasnt known, pre chains and nice phones.
talespin to make ya head spin, songs write themselves
Stay up, when stress prevails and you hell
Have no fear, do you fear? (Failure probably)
Dont show everybody why you
More sick than everybody; watch me. a picture, then copy.
I stay on track when I rhyme on tracks; turning 45 degrees.
They laughed but its all good to me
Phonys fall out like bad weaves, straightaway Im on tracked
This hit me like a ton of bricks
So you know I move quick, she turn me on
she knows that we on.

[Verse 3: Marcus

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

[Hook: BJ the Chicago

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