Luyện nghe bài hát Somethings Got Me On It

I know
maybe it's there's a bunch 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 if it's 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 if it's the pills, the weed, the coke, the lean
The way I'm taping 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 only one
No tags, blue rags, you mad and I'm
Got a .44 mag
Put in body bags
A-1 Yola, no soda,No oil base just
I'm a soldier, I told ya, Put Cashville on my
Nigga fuck me? you, Fuck him and fuck her too!
Fuck that I want new, Top down, no sunroof
Hundred pounds I run through, I'm around like my son do
Never say how she done you, I 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
nigga, live in a barn
Growing kush on ya'll

know if the plug, the powder, the money, the power
The way that half of 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 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 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 chopper out here to get it poppin'
You flexin', I'm stressin', and I still ain't learned my
I'm up all my blessings, And I'm putting them all in investments
These hoes shit, but they on my dick
I started, you quit, I'm real, you a bitch
I'm hell, no scale, I got eight for sale
And I hate ya'll to tell, I ya'll get killed
I'm an outlaw, without ya'll, Mayweather, paw
a bell, sound off, I smell pussy, hound 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 trap no cable
And I want your seat if you ain't gonna bring nothing to the

know if the the Lord, the devil, the bricks, the pebbles
The way these 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!

know if it's 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 black in the penitentiary than anythang
We kill about this
Ain't one black on that shit
I'm just being real, you be real too
records nigga
This rap is mine
Bitch your time is up, It's Buck
Holla when you see me