Luyện nghe bài hát Somethings Got Me On It

I don't
maybe it's cause a bunch of fake ass niggas out here
ass rappers
Ain't too many real niggas
trying to figure it out
Something's got me on it out
Let go

Don't know if the murders, the robberies, the beef, the trap
The hood, the straps, don't
But got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it

Don't if it's the pills, the weed, the coke, the lean
The way I'm taping off the scene
But got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
Ok, Ok, I'm back, I'm serving, I'm leaning, I'm
I'm strapped, for
young niggas is hurtin'
On bond, I'm lurkin', I'm killin', I'm
I'm shootin', I'm workin', I'm only one
No tags, rags, you mad and I'm glad
Got a .44 mag
Put niggas in body
A-1 Yola, no soda,No oil just over
I'm a soldier, I told ya, Put on my shoulders
Nigga me? Fuck you, Fuck him and fuck her too!
Fuck that I want something new, Top down, no
Hundred pounds I run through, I'm around like my son do
Never say how she you, I kick a bitch out, kung fu
Told ya'll, I'm a come through, No religion, just
Thirty chickens, front you, not give me no ones dude
Still pimping, know I'm one, All the on our arms
Country nigga, in a barn
Growing kush on ya'll

know if the plug, the powder, the money, the power
The way that of these rap niggas cowards
But got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it

Don't know if the jail, the pen, the Rose, the Hen
The way that I'm on my buck shit again
But got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm cooking, I'm watching, I'm looking, I'm
I'm tired of all the people me when am i dropping
I'm rolling, I'm rocking, I'm moving, not
I'm loading up my chopper out here to get it poppin'
You flexin', I'm stressin', and I ain't learned my lesson
I'm counting up all my blessings, And I'm putting all in investments
hoes ain't shit, but they on my dick
I started, you quit, I'm real, you a bitch
I'm hell, no scale, I got balls for sale
And I hate ya'll to tell, I pray ya'll get
I'm an outlaw, ya'll, Mayweather, south paw
Ring a bell, off, I smell pussy, hound dog
cases, probation, one god, one nation
Nerves bad, no patience, selling is my occupation
Fuck a rapper, fuck a label, I'm in the trap no cable
And I want your seat if you gonna bring nothing to the table

Dont' know if the the Lord, the devil, the bricks, the
The way these cant get on my level
But got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
I don't know!
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it!

Don't know if it's the love, the hate, the pieces, the
The way say the real but they fake
But got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it

Ok, Ok, Ok, talk.
You know there's more people in the penitentiary than anythang
We kill about this
Ain't one black on that shit
I'm just being real, you should be too
records nigga
This rap is mine
Bitch your time is up, It's Buck
when you see me nigga