Luyện nghe bài hát It's On You

On you
(Smile in my face, behind my back they trash)
On you
(Mad and stuff because they have cash)
On you
(When I roll and stroll always pack a tool)
On you
(Just in case, a acts a fool)

It's death before dishonor, strap the vest tight
When you the drama
Now raise up off mine, and it in the raw
snipers on the floor galore, in my hardware store

Nightmares of crooks
all acting fishy working off the books
Painting pictures of poverty, armed robbery
And provoke every one gets smoked

No doubt for real like wildlife
Where thugs forever pull and always keep a knife
'Cause on the strip ware inevitable hot steel's incredible
And it's a pride the revolution be televised

As I and demand
As I build my currency to
Call it progress, when I bless my territory all due
But can niggas it real? It's on you

On you
(Smile in my face, behind my back they trash)
On you
(Mad and stuff they don't have cash)
On you
(When I roll and [unverified] always pack a tool)
On you
(Just in case, a acts a fool)

Step into the lair,
CL's the don and Pete's the creator
Now praise the most high and the best
'Cause the number one killer of black men is

The armed and dangerous, the
Couldn't stop the homicide of youth
Penetrating your body parts with point shells
You fraud vengeance is mine said the lord

my own click now turns greedy
Out of of my soldiers, one will deceive me
salt in the game, shame the family and push
My black ass into a terrifying ambush

The whole empire's at mastering the streets
Devil the mental won't break and turn
For Pete's sake you gotta be true to the
So if niggas to set it, it's on you

On you
(Smile in my face, behind my back they trash)
On you
(Mad and because they don't have cash)
On you
(When I roll and [unverified] always pack a tool)
On you
(Just in case, a acts a fool)

Capture the beast me
Beware when moving deep in New York city
The diabolical chronicle mob scenes in all directions
The type of connections to get wig split

the wanted signs posted
Chickens spots for major knots you get
To the head piece, I release firepower, I'm controlling
We put in work and got the right brothers

When hell kicks off we lick off mine hard
stone from the red zone, to each his own
Smile in my face behind my you talk trash
But my pockets hit empty and my crashed

But not in your wildest dreams hear my in all the scandals
And all the schemes, I rest in
The veronville's my capital, so the cuts
Then give you two more to get off these nuts, it's on you

On you
(Smile in my face, behind my back talk trash)
On you
(Mad and stuff because don't have cash)
On you
(When I roll and [unverified] always pack a tool)
On you
(Just in case, a brother a fool)

Check it, Grap Luva, if you're in the
Just get on the mic and show 'em it's all about

It's all the wicked check one two
'Cause I rips a and pass it to my crew
I don't drink no brew, I smoke nuff
I don't have no so check me as I shoot the gift
Rip rhymes, rhymes
Off top of the dome time

I'm this shit is going on tape
So I can into the beat and make nuff papes
to God
Kicking freestyle rhymes