Luyện nghe bài hát It's On

Yo, Ice the say
They can't in business with us any longer
What you do?

We always knew we gonna come to this point sooner or later
We absolutely no option but to move forward
We'll have to set up our own distribution,
Run a totally organization and operation

We still got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York,
Detroit, and soldiers on the street to die
I can't put any cut on the product, I just can't live like
But from now on if any get in our way

up the mic dog, so I can get off
Find me Heston and I might cut his head off
I'm not to be with
Step in the range of my gauze and get quick

Niggas, hoes, I know who you are, my friends or foes
Smile in my face and plot to kill me doors
I got a new attitude, no
Got me in a all a nigga can do is bust

It may be you
There's gonna be a lot of dead before I'm
I'm to break off niggas who play me and dis' me
Try to from side to side like they whip me

The is done
Magazine, you're the first one
You try to dis Chuck, and me
How the you pick us 3?

You punk ain't shit, you're just a bunch of hoes
Makin' money off the
And I see I get you in my sights
I give your ass a story to write it's on, it's on

It's on motherfucker and you can't the shit off
Catch you in the streets and your get tossed
Bang, bang, bang, it ain't no thang
To put in work and watch head burst

A lot of fans ain't shit, let me repeat, a lot of ain't shit
Quick to flip if our don't hit
don't make you nothin' but a pop ho bitch
And I don't need ya, I to bleed ya

All I ever was a real nigga's praise
But the sad fact
Is that ain't that many real motherfuckers these
Game knows game I know too who plays the name
And I can make it in the or the street game

I got hoes that'll work, still got crews that'll hit
roll with an extra clip
And those who think they'll me, doubt it
Those motherfuckers better think it

You'd to let me rap
Ice on the streets?
You want that, 'cause I break ill
And you after body count the caps I peel, it's on

on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off
Catch you in the streets and ass'll get tossed
Bang, bang, bang, it ain't no thang
To put in work and watch your jerk, it's on

on motherfucker you goddamn right
It's on, my check, yeah, fool, I write my own
I own my own label put my own out
So no one me what the fuck to talk about

And all the suckas said I was through
You to wake up to my view
I'm fallen off, ha, ha, that's a
You motherfuckers are unknown and broke

And I'm stankin'
My fuckin' maid lives better you, bitch
So shut your
it comes to this level of game, you don't know jacks

CIA, FBI, IRS
Try to flip us out for
But they'll never you son
you're broke and you're dumb and you're no threat to no one

Them fools play
I gotta deal with motherfuckers every day
They'd love to get me behind
They a nigga like I'm Carlos Escobar

But in a way I am
Been dope on the street for years and don't give a damn
So I'm thinkin' them, friend
The real motherfuckin' gangstas see me end

It's end up in a bloodbath, no doubt
the only way I'm going out, it's on

It's on, it's on motherfucker and you can't turn the off
you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed
Bang, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no
To put in work and watch your burst, it's on