Luyện nghe bài hát It's On

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

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

[Talking over of "It's on"]
September 18th, the 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 chill, money hid inside my stash
I'm so far into the future, I can't see the past
I'm the ish, baby maybe a baby diaper rash
So that my hand look like it's in need of cash
I'm so greedy that my hand look like been eating grass
Want to see the zoo? You don't even a pass
The in my garage, how can you not see the jag?
You you can stop my cash, and I'ma tell you how
9-1-1 are the buttons on the dial
I put so many jewels on the table on a
To push all the ice off, you gon' a snow plough
I be drilling it and killing it like Jason in a
Man this idiot asked me if Texas 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 untouchable so ask me how I feel
Real people ain't have to say it so don't ask me if I'm
Make a girl squeal, have her acting a seal
I turned on the news, Paris Hilton to jail
I got gold in jail that say protection is for sale
I know me having money is the cause my deal
Just talked, at me like "You, you God, hail"
My money is my money, my ain't a little
I up the safe and there's money in the middle
The Victory is coming, for now goes the riddle
What's a 170 thousand in the of a skittle?
What is it? What is it? The stuff I live it
Just look in my garage, you can't even say isn't
A digit, a digit, add another digit
The bank is like my homie so the safe is what I
So listen, Chamillionaire is about to snatch the
No of fact, just rewind it back cause I've 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 versatile, no copy in my style
The printer of my ink, you gon' make a how?
suicide, better 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, that I said I'm one
My Victory is done, who's sick? It's me, it's
I'm getting at like Superhead's tongue
My nuts weigh a tonne, they 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 talking bout? Haha I think its bout to storming
I whip you at your show but wait til you finish
I show up at residence while roosters is yawning
Like Phoenix Arizona, in the morning
I at crib early giving juice to your woman
H-Town, Texas, I know Hollywood boys
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 to the sound of my voice
I'm the rapper you picking and the south, good choice
Got big Tonka trucks that don't like toys
And I got homeboys with 9's like Royce
You choice, be stinging like a Cobra
When my homies get it like a soda
Cola, if not Chamillionaire then it's over
Top of the charts, I'ma hit it like a