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 real niggas left
Just to figure 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, 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 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, rags, you mad and I'm glad
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 Cashville on my
Nigga me? Fuck you, Fuck him and fuck her too!
Fuck I want something new, Top down, no sunroof
Hundred I run through, I'm running around like my son do
Never say how she you, I kick a bitch 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, I'm one, All the mirrors on our arms
Country nigga, live in a
Growing on ya'll farm

Don't know if the plug, the powder, the money, the
The way that 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 if it's the jail, the pen, the Rose, the Hen
The way that I'm back on my 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 am i dropping
I'm rolling, I'm rocking, I'm moving, not
I'm loading up my chopper out here to get it poppin'
You flexin', I'm stressin', and I still learned my lesson
I'm counting up all my blessings, And I'm putting all in investments
These 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 balls for sale
And I hate ya'll to tell, I ya'll 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 is my occupation
Fuck a rapper, fuck a label, I'm in the with no cable
And I want your seat if you ain't gonna nothing to the table

know if the the Lord, the devil, the bricks, the pebbles
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 the love, the hate, the pieces, the weight
The way say the real 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 people in the penitentiary than anythang
We kill this money
one black president on that shit
I'm being real, you should be real too
Cashville nigga
This rap is mine
Bitch niggas your time is up, Buck
Holla when you see me