Luyện nghe bài hát When It's On

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

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

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

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

Even though you hate, I still elevate nigga
Step to us boy, look you done started
And we even care that your arsenal be the largest

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

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

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

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

A nigga tell you let business turn personal
what they say cause for gram a nigga hurtin' you
Niggaz out here hurtin' fool nothing is for Mayne
Fuckin' with the game that's how that be Mayne

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

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

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

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

I'm still with Diddy, still fuck 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 to God, I don't use it

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

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