Luyện nghe bài hát Somethings Got Me On It

I don't
maybe it's cause there's a bunch of fake ass niggas out
fake ass
Ain't too many real niggas
trying to figure it out
Something's got me on it out
Let go

Don't know if the murders, the robberies, the beef, the trap
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
These young 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 niggas in body
A-1 Yola, no soda,No oil base over
I'm a soldier, I told ya, Put Cashville on my
Nigga fuck me? Fuck you, Fuck him and 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, not give me no ones dude
Still pimping, know I'm one, All the mirrors on our
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 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 of all the people asking me when am i dropping
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 ain't learned my lesson
I'm counting up all my blessings, And I'm putting them all in
hoes 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 for sale
And I ya'll 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
a rapper, fuck a label, I'm in the trap with no cable
And I your 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 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 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 black people in the penitentiary than anythang
We kill this money
Ain't one president on that shit
I'm just being real, you should be too
Cashville records
This rap shit is
Bitch niggas your is up, It's Buck
Holla you see me nigga