Luyện nghe bài hát Somethings Got Me On It

I don't
maybe it's cause there's a bunch of fake ass out here
ass rappers
Ain't too many real 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 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 in body bags
A-1 Yola, no soda,No oil base just
I'm a soldier, I ya, Put Cashville on my shoulders
Nigga fuck me? Fuck you, Fuck him and her too!
Fuck that I want new, Top down, no sunroof
Hundred pounds I run through, I'm running around my son do
Never say how she done you, I kick a out, kung fu
ya'll, I'm a come through, No religion, just truth
Thirty chickens, front you, Better not me no ones dude
Still pimping, know I'm one, All the mirrors on our
Country nigga, in a barn
Growing on ya'll farm

Don't if the plug, the powder, the money, the power
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 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 people asking me when am i
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 putting them all in
These ain't shit, but they on my dick
I started, you quit, I'm real, you a bitch
I'm hell, no scale, I got eight balls for
And I hate 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 is my occupation
Fuck a rapper, fuck a label, I'm in the trap no cable
And I want seat if you ain't gonna bring 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 don't 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 people in the penitentiary than anythang
We about this money
one black president on that shit
I'm being real, you should be real too
Cashville nigga
rap shit is mine
Bitch niggas your time is up, It's
Holla you see me nigga