Luyện nghe bài hát Somethings Got Me On It

I know
it's cause there's a bunch of fake ass niggas out here
fake ass
Ain't too real niggas left
Just trying to it out
got me on it out here
Let go

Don't know if the murders, the robberies, the beef, the trap
The hood, the straps, know
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 it's the pills, the weed, the coke, the
The way I'm yellow 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
These young niggas is
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 ya, Put Cashville on my shoulders
Nigga fuck me? you, Fuck him and fuck her too!
Fuck that I something new, Top down, no sunroof
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, Better not give me no ones
Still pimping, know I'm one, All the mirrors on our
Country nigga, in a barn
Growing kush on farm

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 back on my buck 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 of all the people asking me when am i dropping
I'm rolling, I'm rocking, I'm moving, not
I'm loading up my chopper out here bout to get it
You flexin', I'm stressin', and I still ain't my lesson
I'm counting up all my blessings, And I'm them all in investments
These 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 eight for sale
And I hate ya'll to tell, I ya'll get killed
I'm an outlaw, without ya'll, Mayweather, paw
Ring a bell, sound off, I smell pussy, dog
Court cases, probation, one god, one
Nerves bad, no patience, selling is my occupation
Fuck a rapper, a label, I'm in the trap with no cable
And I want seat if you ain't gonna bring nothing to the table

Dont' know if the the Lord, the devil, the bricks, the
The way these niggas 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 just know!
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it!

know if it's the love, the hate, the pieces, the weight
The way they say the real but they
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
one black president on that shit
I'm just real, you should be real too
Cashville nigga
This rap shit is
Bitch niggas your time is up, Buck
when you see me nigga