Luyện nghe bài hát Somethings Got Me On It

I don't
maybe cause there's a bunch of fake ass niggas out here
fake ass
Ain't too real niggas left
trying 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 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 one person
No tags, rags, you mad and I'm glad
Got a .44 mag
Put in body bags
A-1 Yola, no soda,No oil just over
I'm a soldier, I ya, Put Cashville on my shoulders
Nigga fuck me? Fuck you, Fuck him and her too!
Fuck I want something new, Top down, no sunroof
Hundred pounds I run through, I'm around like my son do
Never say how she done you, I kick a out, kung fu
Told ya'll, I'm a come through, No religion, just
Thirty chickens, front you, Better not me no ones dude
pimping, know I'm one, All the mirrors on our arms
Country nigga, in a barn
kush on ya'll farm

Don't 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 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 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 chopper out here bout to get it
You flexin', I'm stressin', and I still learned my lesson
I'm counting up all my blessings, And I'm them all in investments
These hoes ain't shit, but 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 ya'll to tell, I pray ya'll get killed
I'm an outlaw, ya'll, Mayweather, south paw
Ring a bell, off, I smell pussy, hound dog
cases, probation, one god, one nation
Nerves bad, no patience, selling is my occupation
Fuck a rapper, fuck a label, I'm in the trap with no
And I want your seat if you ain't gonna bring nothing to the

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