Luyện nghe bài hát It's On

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

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

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

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

Niggas, hoes, I know who you are, my friends or foes
Smile in my face and plot to kill me behind
I got a new attitude, no
Got me in a corner all a nigga can do is

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

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

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

It's on motherfucker and you turn the shit off
Catch you in the streets and your get tossed
Bang, bang, bang, 'cause it no thang
To put in and watch your head burst

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

All I ever wanted was a real nigga's
But the sad motherfuckin'
Is that ain't that many real motherfuckers days
Game knows game I know too many who the name
And I can it in the music or the street game

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

You'd to let me rap
Ice on the streets?
You don't that, 'cause I break ill
And you really after body the caps I peel, it's on

It's on motherfucker and you 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 jerk, it's on

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

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

And I'm stankin'
My fuckin' maid lives than 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 never you son
'Cause you're broke and dumb and you're no threat to no one

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

But in a way I am
Been puttin' dope on the street for and don't give a damn
So I'm thinkin' them, friend
The real gangstas wanna see me end

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

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