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

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

Fuck a date, oh no, I got to see her
The new poet
Forever show it, blow it
If you it, you sow it

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

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

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

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

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

kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody?
The kind of nigga gone end up being a dead body
Yo' wife and children be searching for their dear ol' daddy
They his headless body tied up in a dark alley

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

A nigga tell you don't let business personal
Fuck what say cause for gram a nigga hurtin' you
Niggaz out here hurtin' fool is for free Mayne
Fuckin' with the game how that shit be Mayne

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

When it's on, it's on, 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

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

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

'Cause as as I start writing I start going through physical
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, still wit the hood
I got the key to the city, the streets is all
My leather is all wood, my gun is secluded
I'm still hoping and praying to God, I use it

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

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

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