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
ass rappers
Ain't too many real niggas
Just trying to it out
got me on it out here
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 it's the pills, the weed, the coke, the
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
young niggas 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 niggas in body
A-1 Yola, no soda,No oil base over
I'm a soldier, I told ya, Put Cashville on my
fuck me? Fuck you, Fuck him and fuck her too!
Fuck that I want new, Top down, no sunroof
pounds I run through, I'm running around like my son do
Never say how she done you, I a bitch out, kung fu
Told ya'll, I'm a come through, No religion, just
Thirty chickens, front you, not give me no ones dude
pimping, know I'm one, All the mirrors on our arms
Country nigga, live in a
kush on ya'll farm

Don't if the plug, the powder, the money, the power
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 know if the jail, the pen, the Rose, the Hen
The way that I'm back on my buck shit
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 of all the people asking me when am i dropping
I'm rolling, I'm rocking, I'm moving, not
I'm up my chopper 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 them all in
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 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
Nerves bad, no patience, selling dope is my
a rapper, fuck a label, I'm in the trap with no cable
And I want your seat if you 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 don't 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 know more black people in the penitentiary than anythang
We kill about this
one black president on that shit
I'm just real, you should be real too
Cashville nigga
This rap shit is
Bitch niggas your time is up, Buck
Holla you see me nigga