Luyện nghe bài hát It's On

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

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

We got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago
Detroit, and soldiers on the street to die
I can't put any cut on the product, I just can't live like
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 cut his head off
I'm not to be with
Step in the range of my and get bucked quick

Niggas, hoes, I don't know who you are, my or foes
Smile in my face and plot to me behind doors
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 dead I'm through
I'm 'bout to break off who play me and dis' me
Try to from side to side like they whip me

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

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

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

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

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

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

best to let me rap
Ice on the streets?
You don't want that, I break ill
And you really after body the caps I peel, 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, 'cause it ain't no
To put in work and watch your body jerk, on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's on, on motherfucker and you can't 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 head burst, it's on