Luyện nghe bài hát Shit I'm On

Uh, uh, uh, fuck you talk, Uh
You already what we doing, boy
shit, shit, uh, uh, huh, uh

1]
I the shipyard, you rap subpar
Fuck a roof, why cover the cars, white like a bar
the double R, pull your trump card
This hog's 300 large, from the guard, you get on
You tumbled when your was called
The 40 calls, you summersault, dog
worry, lord, the summer's all yours
The pump up under the London fog
The horse is from Portugal
My songs is like porn
pourisons with tall Amazons
Black Panameras, Montana standards
Scramblers is in the Porsche
Grams is soft, we used to scramble on the
For a Phantom cost, I blam at your thoughts
snort, so raw the shit snowballed
Got bowling balls for
My whore, she like Charlie Baltimore
We up, my dog, check the
The four floors, you know we in this for the long haul
shit I'm on

Uh, that's that I'm on
Roll the window and hit 'em all
that shit I'm on
That's shit I'm on
That's shit I'm on
Roll the window and hit 'em all

2]
Huh, uh, yo, lime green
I'm Marlo without the scar though
You how karma go
The AR strap go the collar bone
I bone fly in Ferragamo
My shine still glow from behind a
the frozen manteca, the Rollie Skydweller
Uh, they the Regera on La Cienaga
All my lines is like
The tool shot derringers by, I feel like I'm John Derringer
Uh, all my clothes is cut
fuck with bitches if they down to fuck
My shades a bucks and up
I got a plug, I get you plugged
Your heart'll pumping blood
Get fly for the in the no fly zone
Copped the R Seven Quattro, y'all drive those
We fly fly hoes to the Galapagos with white ropes
To keep 'em right, we get 'em
Aight

Uh, that's shit I'm on
Roll the down and hit 'em all
That's that I'm on
that shit I'm on
That's shit I'm on
Roll the down and hit 'em all