Luyện nghe bài hát It's On

Yo, Ice the say
They can't in business with us any longer
you gonna do?

We always knew we were come to this point sooner or later
We have absolutely no but to move forward
We'll have to set up our own distribution,
Run a totally independent and operation

We still got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York,
Detroit, and on the street willing to die
I can't put any cut on the product, I just live like that
But from now on if any get in our way

up the mic dog, so I can get off
Find me Charlton Heston and I cut his head off
I'm not to be with
Step in the range of my gauze and get quick

Niggas, hoes, I don't know who you are, my friends or
Smile in my face and plot to me behind doors
I got a new attitude, no
Got me in a corner all a can do is bust

It may be you
There's gonna be a lot of before I'm through
I'm 'bout to break off who play me and dis' me
Try to switch from side to side they whip me

The is done
Source Magazine, the first one
You try to dis Chuck, and me
How the you pick us 3?

You punk motherfuckers ain't shit, you're a bunch of hoes
money off the pros
And I see I get you in my sights
I give your ass a story to write 'cause on, it's on

It's on and you can't turn the shit off
Catch you in the and your ass'll get tossed
Bang, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no
To put in work and watch your burst

A lot of fans shit, let me repeat, a lot of fans ain't shit
Quick to if our group don't hit
They don't you nothin' but a pop ho bitch
And I don't need ya, I love to ya

All I wanted was a real nigga's praise
But the sad motherfuckin'
Is that that many real motherfuckers these days
Game knows game I too many who plays the name
And I can make it in the music or the street

I still got hoes work, still got crews that'll hit
Still roll an extra clip
And those who they'll stop me, doubt it
motherfuckers better think about it

You'd to let me rap
Ice back on the
You don't want that, I break ill
And you really body count the caps I peel, it's on

It's on motherfucker and you turn the shit off
Catch you in the streets and ass'll get tossed
Bang, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no
To put in work and watch body jerk, it's on

It's on motherfucker you right
It's on, my royalty check, yeah, fool, I my own
I own my own label put my own out
So no one me what the fuck to talk about

And all the that said I was through
You need to wake up to my
I'm fallen off, ha, ha, a joke
You are still unknown and broke

And I'm rich
My fuckin' maid lives better you, bitch
So shut your
When it comes to this level of game, you don't know

CIA, FBI, IRS
Try to flip us out for
But they'll sweat you son
'Cause you're broke and you're and you're no threat to no one

Them don't play
I gotta with those motherfuckers every day
They'd love to get me behind
They a nigga like I'm Carlos Escobar

But in a way I am
Been puttin' dope on the street for years and give a damn
So I'm about them, friend
The real motherfuckin' wanna see me end

gonna end up in a bloodbath, no doubt
That's the way I'm going out, it's on

It's on, it's on and you can't turn the shit off
you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed
Bang, bang, bang, it ain't no thang
To put in work and watch your head burst, on