Luyện nghe bài hát Somethings Got Me On It

I know
maybe cause 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 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 know if the pills, the weed, the coke, the lean
The way I'm yellow 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, 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
fuck me? Fuck 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 kick a bitch out, 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 on our arms
Country nigga, live in a
Growing on ya'll farm

know if the plug, the powder, the money, the power
The way that half of these rap 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 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 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 putting them all in
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 balls 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, sound off, I 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 bring nothing to the table

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

Don't know if it's the love, the hate, the pieces, the
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 than anythang
We about this money
Ain't one president on that shit
I'm just being real, you should be too
records nigga
This rap is mine
niggas your time is up, It's Buck
Holla you see me nigga