Luyện nghe bài hát Somethings Got Me On It

I don't
maybe it's there's a bunch of fake ass niggas out here
ass rappers
Ain't too real niggas left
Just trying to 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, 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 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 one person
No tags, blue rags, you mad and I'm
Got a .44 mag
Put niggas in bags
A-1 Yola, no soda,No oil just over
I'm a soldier, I ya, Put Cashville on my shoulders
fuck me? Fuck you, Fuck him and fuck her too!
Fuck that I want something new, Top down, no
Hundred pounds I run through, I'm running around 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, truth
Thirty chickens, you, Better not give me no ones dude
Still pimping, I'm one, All the mirrors on our arms
nigga, live in a barn
Growing on ya'll farm

Don't if the plug, the powder, the money, the power
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 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 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 my lesson
I'm counting up all my blessings, And I'm putting all in investments
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 hate ya'll to tell, I pray get killed
I'm an outlaw, without ya'll, Mayweather, paw
Ring a bell, 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 with no
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 niggas 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!

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 black people in the than anythang
We kill this money
Ain't one black president on shit
I'm being real, you should be real too
Cashville records
This rap shit is
Bitch niggas time is up, It's Buck
Holla when you see me