Luyện nghe bài hát It's On

3 million, 4 million, 5
Haha, we gon' need a money

It's on, it's on, it's on, on...

[Talking over of "It's on"]
September 18th, the album is baby
Yeah! Victory!
Uh, Messiah, I'm on fire
And you know man...

I'm so tired of cheddar, my cheddar be getting mad
I told my cheddar chill, money hid my stash
I'm so far into the future, I even see the past
I'm the ish, baby maybe a baby diaper rash
So greedy that my hand look it's in need of cash
I'm so greedy that my hand look it's been eating grass
to see the zoo? You don't even need a pass
The in my garage, how can you not see the jag?
You think you can stop my cash, and tell you how
9-1-1 are the buttons on the dial
I put so many jewels on the on a tile
To push all the ice off, you gon' need a snow
I be drilling it and killing it like in a mask
Man this idiot done me if Texas rap will last
And Roscoes, and waffles on the table, acting fat
Or in the middle of Mr. Chiles, putting a on my town
That means I ain't local so don't ask me bout a
I am so don't ask me how I feel
people ain't have to say it so don't ask me if I'm real
Make a girl squeal, have her acting a seal
I turned on the news, Paris going to jail
I got gold diggers in jail that say is for sale
I know me having is the truth cause my deal
Just talked, at me like "You, you God, hail"
My is my money, my money ain't a little
I open up the safe and there's money in the
The Victory is coming, for now here goes the
What's a 170 thousand in the colour of a
What is it? What is it? The candy I live it
Just in my garage, you can't even say what isn't
A digit, a digit, then add digit
The bank is like my homie so the safe is what I
So listen, is about to snatch the crown
No matter of fact, rewind it back cause I've already got it now
I'm so grown up, and rap is like a
When I'm talking, hope you talking back before I lift my hand and pow!
My style's versatile, no in my style
The printer of my ink, you gon' a copy how?
That's suicide, call a gravedigger now
He'll be digging a hole in back yard like a child
Soul got karma, got ?karm/calm?
Tell the Internet stands, I said I'm number one
My is done, who's sick? It's me, it's none
I'm at everybody like Superhead's tongue
My weigh a tonne, they bigger than your gun
No homo but my flow's so I think I'm bout to cum
...Uhh, can't it, global warming
Know what I'm bout? Haha I think its bout to start storming
I whip you at your show but til you finish performing
I show up at your residence while roosters is
Phoenix Arizona, nuts in the morning
I at your crib early giving juice to woman
H-Town, Texas, I know Hollywood boys
That can hit a golf in the sky with good points
I watch ?Homer? flicks but ladies get
make a girl scream and sound like it's a good noise
Rappers bow down to the sound of my
I'm the that you picking and the south, good choice
Got big Tonka trucks don't sound like toys
And I got with five 9's like Royce
You choice, better be like a Cobra
When my homies get it popping a soda
Cola, if your not then it's over
Top of the charts, I'ma hit it a Cobra