Luyện nghe bài hát Somethings Got Me On It

I know
maybe it's cause there's a bunch of fake ass niggas out
ass rappers
Ain't too real niggas left
Just trying to it out
Something's got me on it out
Let go

know if it's the murders, the robberies, the beef, the trap
The hood, the straps, don't
But got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it

Don't know if it's the pills, the weed, the coke, the
The way I'm yellow taping off the
But got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
Ok, Ok, I'm back, I'm serving, I'm leaning, I'm
I'm strapped, for
These young niggas is
On bond, I'm lurkin', I'm killin', I'm
I'm shootin', I'm workin', I'm one person
No tags, blue rags, you mad and I'm
Got a .44 mag
Put in body bags
A-1 Yola, no soda,No oil base just
I'm a soldier, I ya, Put Cashville on my shoulders
Nigga fuck me? Fuck you, him and fuck her too!
Fuck I want something new, Top down, no sunroof
Hundred pounds I run through, I'm around like my son do
Never say how she done you, I a bitch out, kung fu
Told ya'll, I'm a come through, No religion, truth
chickens, front you, Better not give me no ones dude
Still pimping, I'm one, All the mirrors on our arms
nigga, live in a barn
Growing kush on farm

know if the plug, the powder, the money, the power
The way that half of these rap niggas
But got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it

Don't if it's the jail, the pen, the Rose, the Hen
The way that I'm back on my buck shit
But got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm cooking, I'm watching, I'm looking, I'm
I'm tired of all the people asking me am i dropping
I'm rolling, I'm rocking, I'm moving, not
I'm loading up my chopper out here to get it poppin'
You flexin', I'm stressin', and I ain't learned my lesson
I'm counting up all my blessings, And I'm putting them all in
hoes ain't shit, but they on my dick
I just started, you quit, I'm real, you a
I'm hell, no scale, I got eight balls for
And I hate to tell, I pray ya'll get killed
I'm an outlaw, ya'll, Mayweather, south paw
Ring a bell, sound off, I smell pussy, dog
Court cases, probation, one god, one
Nerves bad, no patience, selling is my occupation
a rapper, fuck a label, I'm in the trap with no cable
And I want your seat if you gonna bring nothing to the table

Dont' know if the the Lord, the devil, the bricks, the
The way these cant get on my level
But got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
I just know!
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it!

know if it's the love, the hate, the pieces, the weight
The way they say the but they fake
But got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it

Ok, Ok, Ok, talk.
You know there's more people in the penitentiary than anythang
We kill about money
Ain't one president on that shit
I'm just being real, you be real too
Cashville records
This rap is mine
Bitch niggas your time is up, It's
Holla when you see me