Luyện nghe bài hát Somethings Got Me On It

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

know if it's 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 yellow taping off the
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, blue rags, you mad and I'm
Got a .44 mag
Put niggas in bags
A-1 Yola, no soda,No oil base over
I'm a soldier, I told ya, Put on my shoulders
Nigga fuck me? Fuck you, him and fuck her too!
Fuck that I want new, Top down, no sunroof
Hundred pounds I run through, I'm running like my son do
Never say how she done you, I kick a out, kung fu
ya'll, I'm a come through, No religion, just truth
Thirty chickens, front you, Better not give me no dude
Still pimping, know I'm one, All the on our arms
nigga, live in a barn
Growing kush on farm

Don't know if the plug, the powder, the money, the
The way that half of these rap niggas
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 jail, the pen, the Rose, the Hen
The way I'm back 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 ain't learned my lesson
I'm counting up all my blessings, And I'm them all in investments
These hoes 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 get killed
I'm an outlaw, ya'll, Mayweather, south paw
Ring a bell, off, I smell pussy, hound dog
Court cases, probation, one god, one
Nerves bad, no patience, selling dope is my
Fuck a rapper, fuck a label, I'm in the with no cable
And I want your if you ain't gonna bring nothing to the table

Dont' if the the Lord, the devil, the bricks, the pebbles
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 know if the love, the hate, the pieces, the weight
The way they say the 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 there's more black people in the penitentiary than anythang
We kill about this
Ain't one black president on shit
I'm being real, you should be real too
Cashville records
This rap shit is
Bitch niggas your time is up, Buck
Holla you see me nigga