Luyện nghe bài hát It's On

3 million, 4 million, 5
Haha, we need a money exchange

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

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

I'm so of getting cheddar, my cheddar be getting mad
I told my chill, money hid inside my stash
I'm so far into the future, I can't even see the
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 it's been grass
Want to see the 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 I'ma you how
9-1-1 are the buttons on the dial
I put so many jewels on the on a tile
To all the ice off, you gon' need a snow plough
I be drilling it and killing it like in a mask
Man this idiot done asked me if Texas rap will
And Roscoes, chicken and waffles on the table, fat
Or in the middle of Mr. Chiles, a table on my town
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 ain't to say it so don't ask me if I'm real
Make a girl squeal, have her like a seal
I turned on the news, Paris Hilton going to
I got gold diggers in that say protection is for sale
I know me having is the truth cause my deal
Just talked, looked at me "You, you God, hail"
My money is my money, my money ain't a
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 colour of a
is it? What is it? The candy stuff I live it
Just look in my garage, you can't even say what
A digit, a digit, then add another
The bank is my homie so the safe is what I visit
So listen, is about to snatch the crown
No of fact, just rewind it back cause I've already got it now
I'm so grown up, and rap is like a
When I'm talking, hope you talking back before I lift my hand and pow!
My versatile, no copy in my style
The printer of my ink, you make a copy how?
That's suicide, better call a now
He'll be a hole in your 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 It's me, it's none
I'm getting at like Superhead's tongue
My nuts weigh a tonne, they bigger your gun
No homo but my flow's so good I I'm bout to cum
...Uhh, can't prevent it, warming
what I'm talking bout? Haha I think its bout to start storming
I whip you at your show but wait til you performing
I show up at your while roosters is yawning
Like Phoenix Arizona, in the morning
I at your crib early juice to your woman
Like H-Town, Texas, I know Hollywood
That can hit a golf ball in the sky good points
I watch ?Homer? but ladies get moist
I'll make a girl scream and like it's a good noise
Rappers bow down to the sound of my
I'm the rapper that you and the south, good choice
Got big Tonka trucks that don't sound toys
And I got homeboys five 9's like Royce
You choice, better be like a Cobra
When my homies get it popping like a
Cola, if not Chamillionaire then it's over
Top of the charts, I'ma hit it a Cobra