Luyện nghe bài hát Somethings Got Me On It

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

Don't 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 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
young niggas is hurtin'
On bond, I'm lurkin', I'm killin', I'm
I'm shootin', I'm workin', I'm one person
No tags, blue rags, you mad and I'm
Got a .44 mag
Put niggas in body
A-1 Yola, no soda,No oil base over
I'm a soldier, I told ya, Put Cashville on my
Nigga fuck me? Fuck you, him and fuck her too!
Fuck that I something new, Top down, no sunroof
Hundred pounds I run through, I'm running like my son do
say how she done you, I kick a bitch out, kung fu
Told ya'll, I'm a come through, No religion, just
Thirty chickens, you, Better not give me no ones dude
Still pimping, know I'm one, All the mirrors on our
Country nigga, live in a
kush on ya'll farm

Don't know if the plug, the powder, the money, the
The way half 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 out here bout to get it poppin'
You flexin', I'm stressin', and I still ain't learned my
I'm counting up all my blessings, And I'm putting 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 balls for sale
And I hate ya'll to tell, I pray ya'll get
I'm an outlaw, without ya'll, Mayweather, paw
Ring a bell, sound off, I smell pussy, dog
cases, probation, one god, one nation
Nerves bad, no patience, selling dope is my
Fuck a rapper, a label, I'm in the trap with no cable
And I your seat if you ain't gonna bring nothing to the table

Dont' if the the Lord, the devil, the bricks, the pebbles
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!

Don't know if it's the love, the hate, the pieces, the
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 know there's more black in the penitentiary than anythang
We kill about money
Ain't one black president on that
I'm just real, you should be real too
records nigga
This rap is mine
Bitch niggas your time is up, Buck
Holla you see me nigga