Luyện nghe bài hát It's On You

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

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

Nightmares of thirsty
all acting fishy working off the books
Painting pictures of poverty, causing armed
And provoke last one gets smoked

No doubt for it's like wildlife
Where forever pull caps and always keep a knife
'Cause on the strip ware inevitable hot steel's incredible
And it's a pride the revolution won't be

As I supply and
As I my currency to expand
Call it progress, I bless my territory all respect due
But can niggas keep it It's on you

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

Step the dragon's lair,
CL's the don and Pete's the creator
Now the most high and represent the best
'Cause the one killer of black men is stress

The and dangerous, the bulletproof
stop the homicide of another youth
Penetrating your body parts with hollow shells
You fraud 'cause is mine said the lord

Indeed my own click now turns
Out of twelve of my soldiers, one will me
With salt in the game, shame the family and
My black ass straight into a ambush

The whole empire's at stake mastering the
Devil the mental break and turn snake
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 stuff because they have cash)
On you
(When I roll and [unverified] always pack a tool)
On you
(Just in case, a acts a fool)

Capture the within me
Beware when it's deep in New York city
The diabolical gangster chronicle mob scenes in all
The of connections to get your wig split

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

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

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

On you
(Smile in my face, my back they talk trash)
On you
(Mad and stuff because don't have cash)
On you
(When I roll and stroll 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 'em what it's all about

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

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