Luyện nghe bài hát When It's On

It's on, it's on, on, yeah
on, it's on, it's on, yeah
It's on, it's on, it's on,
on, it's on, it's on, yeah

I'm just a top flippin', flippin'
Fifth of sippin', sippin'
crack that's going in the strip clubs tippin'
M J G ah, P I M P Ah

Fuck a date, oh no, I got to see her
The new millennium
show it, can't blow it
If you it, you sow it

I, pay my, dues and it's the rules that I by
Carry the like I'm A I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the
And gun in the and money in my sock

Shit, I had way before I was nationally famous
I was in the hood up good watchin' my anus
I'm a splitter
The world's man hardest hitter

Even though you hate, I still regardless nigga
Step to us boy, what you done started
And we don't even care that your be the largest

When it's on, on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get shit and be gone
it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When on, you better get your shit and be gone

When on, it's on, it's on, it's on
it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your and be gone

Look, you niggaz play too much Mayne you need to yo' brakes
Keep a heater nigga need for them snakes
Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my
snitches police niggaz jumping state to state

What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out
The kind of nigga that's gone end up a dead body
Yo' and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy
They found his headless body up in a dark alley

cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul
For bricks or snow, niggaz will you like a dirty hoe
yo' door and put you and your babies on the floor
See you in public fuck who with you let the go

A nigga tell you don't let business turn
Fuck what they say cause for gram a nigga you
Niggaz out here hurtin' fool nothing is for free
Fuckin' with the game that's how that shit be

it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, on, it's on, it's on
When on, you better get your shit and be gone

When it's on, it's on, on, it's on
When it's on, you get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, on
When it's on, you better get shit and be gone

I was torn this bitch came from the I was born
Pussy like a little kitty yellow as corn
I go around poppin' shit wit' niggaz who talkin'
Them niggaz ain't no more closed coffin

Not do you see a nigga loyal as I
Like that boy best eye nigga ready to die
For my bread and them that considered me family
Hold it down Mayne I got you 'til we up there granny

'Cause as soon as I start writing I start going through
Deeper into my I'm so fuckin' lyrical
MJG the realest the truth the
call me the competition, I'm still stomping and pimpin'

I'm still working with Diddy, fuck wit the hood
I got the key to the city, the is all good
My leather is all wood, my gun is secluded
I'm hoping and praying to God, I don't use it

it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you get your shit and be gone
it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your and be gone

When it's on, on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your and be gone
When it's on, it's on, on, it's on
When it's on, you get your shit and be gone

When it's on, it's on, it's on, on
When it's on, it's on, it's on, on
When on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, on, it's on, it's on