Luyện nghe bài hát We On (must Be)

[Verse 1: Orelias]

Marcus Orelias, with me or get left.
Why like me? Yo been stressed
dresses motivated bars I bench-pressed
Dropping science the bell rang
Shoes had holes so I felt the
Got played, so I play.
got fat so she knows my name (ooo weee)
Do hit my line, coming quick and I love it
J.J. mixed so I spit sick throw up spine
Give me a millisecond or a Ill R.I.P. this at instance
I moonwalk on sentences till I free birds with sentences in a few
a minute and a long way, reminiscing on my old ways
And I love the way she move that but hey
on her hips she licks those lips when she sees me flow
She know yearned for hype they said no, so I became my own
Now what I need is TLC or P&P I TNT, get high and won't come down
they know the sound when I come around
From that of the underground

[Hook: BJ the Kid]

You be a fool to think that I ain't 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 strong
Had to for it; go and get it
Didnt sleep much cause I couldnt it
Now Im missiles headed from my mental
To peoples minds on missed
Pay attention, you pay admissions
I used to write, stuck in
So move to the beat the DJ is spinning (uh)
I see no competition (uh), in dimension
Its been this way Ive known microphone
I known, pre gold chains and nice phones.
Watching talespin to make ya head spin, write themselves
Stay up, when stress and you feel hell
Have no fear, what do you (Failure probably)
Dont show everybody why you
More sick than everybody; me. Take a picture, then copy.
I stay on track when I rhyme on tracks; curbs 45 degrees.
They laughed but its all good to me
Phonys fall out bad weaves, straightaway Im on tracked beats
This fame hit me a ton of bricks
So you I move quick, before she turn me on
Cause she that we on.

[Verse 3: Marcus

Some swear I emotions, put it all on my sleeve
slap handcuffs, I hit back with these beats.
Sleep; repeat, writing for Katie, and Brendas.
Stats and politicians see our slim.
No slimmer than an art path.
For the love you slim
Dont to me when Im in the zone
Snapping to infiltrate home.
Stop on commercial, incase u it.
Im strapped to the nose of a rocket bout to take the off.
Ive waited on 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)