Luyện nghe bài hát Somethings Got Me On It

I know
maybe it's cause there's a of fake ass niggas out here
fake ass
Ain't too many niggas left
Just trying to it out
got me on it out here
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 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, blue rags, you mad and I'm
Got a .44 mag
Put niggas in bags
A-1 Yola, no soda,No oil base just
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 pounds I run through, I'm running around 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, know I'm one, All the mirrors on our
Country nigga, in a barn
Growing kush on farm

Don't if the plug, the powder, the money, the power
The way half 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 I'm back 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 am i dropping
I'm rolling, I'm rocking, I'm moving, not
I'm loading up my chopper out bout 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 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, without ya'll, Mayweather, paw
Ring a bell, sound off, I smell pussy, dog
cases, probation, one god, one nation
Nerves bad, no patience, selling dope is my
Fuck a rapper, fuck a label, I'm in the trap no cable
And I want your seat if you ain't bring nothing to the table

Dont' if the the Lord, the devil, the bricks, the pebbles
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!

know if it's 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 there's more black people in the penitentiary than
We kill this money
Ain't one black president on that
I'm being real, you should be real too
Cashville nigga
rap shit is mine
Bitch your time is up, It's Buck
Holla when you see me