Luyện nghe bài hát Somethings Got Me On It

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

Don't know if it's the murders, the robberies, the beef, the
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 if it's the pills, the weed, the coke, the lean
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 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 in body bags
A-1 Yola, no soda,No oil base just
I'm a soldier, I ya, Put Cashville on my shoulders
Nigga me? Fuck you, Fuck him and fuck her too!
that I want something new, Top down, no sunroof
Hundred I run through, I'm running around like my son do
Never say how she done you, I kick a bitch out, fu
ya'll, I'm a come through, No religion, just truth
Thirty chickens, front you, Better not give me no dude
pimping, know I'm one, All the mirrors on our arms
Country nigga, live in a
Growing kush on ya'll

Don't if the plug, the powder, the money, the power
The way that half of 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 asking me when am i
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 learned my lesson
I'm counting up all my blessings, And I'm putting them all in
hoes ain't shit, but they on my dick
I just started, you quit, I'm real, you a
I'm hell, no scale, I got eight for sale
And I ya'll to tell, I pray ya'll get killed
I'm an outlaw, ya'll, Mayweather, south paw
a bell, sound off, I smell pussy, hound dog
Court cases, probation, one god, one
bad, no patience, selling dope is my occupation
Fuck a rapper, fuck a label, I'm in the trap no cable
And I want your if you ain't 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 just know!
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it!

Don't 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 black people in the than anythang
We kill about this
Ain't one black president on that
I'm just real, you should be real too
Cashville records
rap shit is mine
Bitch niggas your is up, It's Buck
Holla you see me nigga