Luyện nghe bài hát When It's On

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

I'm just a drop top flippin',
Fifth of yacht 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 poet
Forever 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 team I'm A I
I used to rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes and money in my

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

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

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

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

What kind of nigga run his and snitch out everybody?
The kind of nigga that's gone end up being a dead
Yo' wife and children gone be searching for dear ol' daddy
found his headless 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' and put you and your babies on the floor
See you in public fuck who with you let the go

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

When 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, it's on, 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 your 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 the streets I was born
Pussy like a little kitty back as corn
I go around poppin' shit wit' niggaz who talkin'
Them niggaz talkin' no more closed coffin

Not often do you see a nigga as I
Like that boy from best eye ready to die
For my and them niggaz 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 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 leather is all wood, my gun is still
I'm hoping and praying to God, I don't use it

When 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 your shit and be

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