Luyện nghe bài hát It's On

3 million, 4 million, 5
Haha, we gon' a money exchange

It's on, it's on, on, it's on...

[Talking over of "It's on"]
18th, the album is done baby
Yeah! Victory!
Uh, Messiah, I'm on fire
And you this man...

I'm so of getting cheddar, my cheddar be getting mad
I told my cheddar chill, money hid inside my
I'm so far into the future, I can't see the past
I'm the ish, baby give a baby diaper rash
So greedy that my hand look it's in need of cash
I'm so greedy that my hand look like it's been eating
Want to see the zoo? You even need a pass
The wildlife in my garage, how can you not see the
You think you can stop my cash, and I'ma you how
are the snitch buttons on the dial
I put so many on the table on a tile
To all the ice off, you gon' need a snow plough
I be drilling it and killing it Jason in a mask
Man this idiot done asked me if rap will last
And Roscoes, and waffles on the table, acting fat
Or in the middle of Mr. Chiles, putting a on my town
That means I local so don't ask me bout a grill
I am so don't ask me how I feel
Real ain't have to say it so don't ask me if I'm real
a girl squeal, have her acting like a seal
I turned on the news, Paris Hilton to jail
I got gold diggers in jail that say protection is for
I know me having money is the truth my deal
talked, looked at me like "You, you God, hail"
My is my money, my money ain't a little
I open up the safe and there's money in the
The Victory is coming, for now here the riddle
What's a 170 thousand in the of a skittle?
What is it? What is it? The candy stuff I it
Just look in my garage, you can't even say what
A digit, a digit, add another digit
The bank is my homie so the safe is what I visit
So listen, Chamillionaire is about to the crown
No matter of fact, just it back cause I've already got it now
I'm so grown up, and rap is like a
I'm talking, hope you ain't talking back before I lift my hand and pow!
My style's versatile, no copy in my
The printer of my ink, you gon' a copy how?
suicide, better call a gravedigger now
He'll be a hole in your back yard like a child
Soul got karma, got ?karm/calm?
Tell the Internet stands, that I said I'm one
My is done, who's sick? It's me, it's none
I'm getting at everybody like tongue
My nuts weigh a tonne, they than your gun
No homo but my flow's so good I I'm bout to cum
...Uhh, can't it, global warming
Know what I'm talking Haha I think its bout to start storming
I whip you at your show but wait til you performing
I show up at your residence while roosters is
Like Phoenix Arizona, in the morning
I at crib early giving juice to your woman
Like H-Town, Texas, I know Hollywood
That can hit a golf ball in the sky with points
I watch flicks but ladies get moist
I'll make a girl scream and sound like it's a good
Rappers bow down to the sound of my
I'm the rapper that you picking and the south, good
Got big Tonka trucks that sound like toys
And I got homeboys with 9's like Royce
You choice, better be stinging like a
When my homies get it popping like a
Cola, if your not then it's over
Top of the charts, hit it like a Cobra