Luyện nghe bài hát Somethings Got Me On It

I don't
it's cause there's a bunch of fake ass niggas out here
fake ass
Ain't too real niggas left
Just 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, 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 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 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 bags
A-1 Yola, no soda,No oil base just
I'm a soldier, I told ya, Put Cashville on my
Nigga fuck me? Fuck you, him and fuck her too!
that I want something 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 bitch out, fu
Told ya'll, I'm a through, No religion, just truth
chickens, front 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 that half of these rap 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 if it's 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 asking 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 them all in investments
These hoes shit, but they on my dick
I just started, you quit, I'm real, you a
I'm hell, no scale, I got eight balls for
And I hate ya'll to tell, I pray get killed
I'm an outlaw, ya'll, Mayweather, south paw
Ring a bell, sound off, I smell pussy, 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 trap no cable
And I want your seat if you ain't bring nothing to the table

Dont' know if the the Lord, the devil, the bricks, the
The way these niggas cant get on my
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 real but 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 shit
I'm just being real, you be real too
Cashville nigga
This rap is mine
Bitch your time is up, It's Buck
Holla when you see me