Luyện nghe bài hát When It's On

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

I'm just a top flippin', flippin'
Fifth of sippin', sippin'
Dope crack 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 poet
show it, can't blow it
If you it, you sow it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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