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...

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

I'm so tired of getting cheddar, my be getting mad
I told my cheddar chill, money hid 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 greedy my hand look like it's in need of cash
I'm so greedy my hand look like it's been eating grass
Want to see the zoo? You don't even need a
The in my garage, how can you not see the jag?
You think you can stop my cash, and tell you how
9-1-1 are the buttons on the dial
I put so many on the table on a tile
To push all the ice off, you need a snow plough
I be drilling it and killing it like in a mask
Man this done asked me if Texas rap will last
And Roscoes, and waffles on the table, acting 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 untouchable so ask me how I feel
people ain't have to say it so don't ask me if I'm real
Make a girl squeal, have her acting a seal
I turned on the news, 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, looked at me "You, you God, hail"
My money is my money, my ain't a little
I open up the 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? is it? The candy stuff I live it
look in my garage, you can't even say what isn't
A digit, a digit, then add digit
The bank is like my homie so the safe is what I
So listen, Chamillionaire is about to snatch the
No matter of fact, just rewind it 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 talking back before I my hand and pow!
My versatile, no copy in my style
The printer of my ink, you make 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, it's
I'm getting at everybody like Superhead's
My nuts a tonne, they bigger than your gun
No homo but my flow's so I think I'm bout to cum
...Uhh, can't prevent it, global
Know I'm talking 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 crib early giving juice to your woman
Like H-Town, Texas, I know boys
That can hit a golf ball in the sky with points
I watch ?Homer? flicks but get moist
I'll make a girl and sound like it's a good noise
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 five 9's Royce
You choice, better be stinging like a
When my homies get it popping a soda
Cola, if not Chamillionaire then it's over
Top of the charts, I'ma hit it a Cobra