Luyện nghe bài hát On My Sh*t

(I mean I said I was gonna
tear the streets up
and I was gonna do my
I'ma bout paper
don't me haters
I can do me)

(Verse):
I'm smooth as a dove getting money like porter in his prime
Watching out for slimes tryna beat me for a
I don't kick rhymes or I kick true facts
Plus I keep a few racks,
And a mack in a bag, don't make me it out
Cause that be yo a** I try to give n*ggas the one on
But they don't that
They know I'm nice with hands yall can me the boxer
I'm even nicer with the box just call me oxer
Cause from brows to your chin doctor
Sha bang sha boom I just laced ya and salt in the wound
I will kill you chumps dead before I let you me
I'm in the streets hard and I be doing me
I'm a G with mad respect and you can my record
Fetti brickstack I'm about that paper (owwww)

(chorus 2x):
I'm on my brickstack
You know I stay fresh just that brickstack ishh
Pockets fat thats just that brickstack ishh
You haters still hating and I'm

(Verse 2): Fish
on the outside, smiling in the inside
Real n*ggas gon ride represent
I remember one time the judge try to hurt my
I'm immune to the word play can't my mind
bout the foul play hustle hard all day
Said my was disclosed caught me in the hallway
Keep the stash in the door way driving down the
Got my jews on cause today look like a day
I wonder why think quick sand will make you sink
Switch up your wig but you gotta change the way you
Damn dog say you poor can't pay attention
You class the case ask you missed a lesson
The streets will stressing in the hood all day stuck
Feeling depressed you coming up short with luck
I tell you what keep your up be a little humble
Touch down field goal no fumble

(chorus 2x)

(Verse 3): R Dot
Its a new day but the future is coming to
We gotta consider our the new pistols
If you moving then the world might trip you
How you be a king if the crown don't fit you
Stressed out everyday I got too issues
It might be tears of sweat just hand me a
Rent come first them people evict you
Silence and fif thats the sh*t we plead to
It gotta be fired before I bleed
N*ggas better bow down before I leave
Its straight talk n*gga truthfully
I first n*gga nobody shoot for me
I break down n*gga and I take those keys
Then out of state and put miles on V's
I do this for my I got mouths to feed
I got a gun on my purses and

(chorus fade)