Luyện nghe bài hát It's On

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

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

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

I'm so tired of getting cheddar, my be getting mad
I told my cheddar chill, money hid inside my
I'm so far into the future, I even see the past
I'm the ish, baby maybe give a baby rash
So that my hand look like it's in need of cash
I'm so greedy my hand look like it's been eating grass
to see the zoo? You don't even need a pass
The wildlife in my garage, how can you not see the
You think you can stop my cash, and tell you how
9-1-1 are the buttons on the dial
I put so jewels on the table on a tile
To push all the ice off, you gon' a snow plough
I be it and killing it like Jason in a mask
Man this idiot done asked me if Texas rap last
And Roscoes, chicken and waffles on the table, fat
Or in the middle of Mr. Chiles, putting a table on my
means I ain't local so don't ask me bout a grill
I am so don't ask me how I feel
Real people have to say it so don't ask me if I'm real
Make a girl squeal, her acting like a seal
I on the news, Paris Hilton going to jail
I got diggers in jail that say protection is for sale
I know me money is the truth cause my deal
Just talked, at me like "You, you God, hail"
My money is my money, my money a little
I open up the safe and there's in the middle
The is coming, for now here goes the riddle
a 170 thousand in the colour of a skittle?
What is it? What is it? The candy stuff I it
Just look in my garage, you even say what isn't
A digit, a digit, then add digit
The bank is like my homie so the is what I visit
So listen, Chamillionaire is about to snatch the
No matter of fact, just rewind it back cause already got it now
I'm so up, and rap is like a child
When I'm talking, hope you ain't back before I lift my hand and pow!
My style's versatile, no in my style
The printer of my ink, you gon' a copy how?
That's suicide, call a gravedigger now
He'll be digging a hole in back yard like a child
Soul got karma, hip-hop got
Tell the Internet stands, I said I'm number one
My Victory is done, who's sick? It's me, none
I'm getting at everybody like tongue
My weigh a tonne, they bigger than your gun
No but my flow's so good I think I'm bout to cum
...Uhh, can't it, global warming
Know what I'm bout? Haha I think its bout to start storming
I whip you at your show but wait til you finish
I show up at your residence while is yawning
Like Phoenix Arizona, in the morning
I at your crib giving juice to your woman
H-Town, Texas, I know Hollywood boys
That can hit a ball in the sky with good points
I watch ?Homer? flicks but ladies get
I'll make a girl scream and like it's a good noise
bow down to the sound of my voice
I'm the rapper that you and the south, good choice
Got big Tonka trucks don't sound like toys
And I got homeboys with five 9's Royce
You choice, better be like a Cobra
When my homies get it popping a soda
Cola, if your not Chamillionaire then it's
Top of the charts, I'ma hit it like a