Luyện nghe bài hát It's On

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

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

[Talking chants of "It's on"]
September 18th, the album is done
Yeah! Victory!
Uh, Mixtape Messiah, I'm on
And you this man...

I'm so tired of cheddar, my cheddar be getting mad
I my cheddar chill, money hid inside my stash
I'm so far the future, I can't even see the past
I'm the ish, baby give a baby diaper rash
So greedy that my hand look like it's in need of
I'm so greedy that my look like it's been eating grass
Want to see the zoo? You even need a pass
The in my garage, how can you not see the jag?
You you can stop my cash, and I'ma tell you how
9-1-1 are the snitch on the dial
I put so many jewels on the on a tile
To all the ice off, you gon' need a snow plough
I be drilling it and it like Jason in a mask
Man idiot done asked me if Texas rap will last
And Roscoes, chicken and waffles on the table, 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
Real people ain't to say it so don't ask me if I'm real
a girl squeal, have her acting like a seal
I turned on the news, Paris Hilton going to
I got gold diggers in that say protection is for sale
I know me having is the truth cause my deal
Just talked, at me like "You, you God, hail"
My money is my money, my money a little
I open up the safe and there's money in the
The Victory is coming, for now here the riddle
What's a 170 thousand in the of a skittle?
What is it? What is it? The candy I live it
Just look in my garage, you can't even say isn't
A digit, a digit, then add digit
The bank is like my so the safe is what I visit
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 a child
When I'm talking, hope you ain't back before I lift my hand and pow!
My style's versatile, no copy in my
The printer of my ink, you gon' make a copy
suicide, better call a gravedigger now
He'll be digging a hole in back yard like a child
Soul got karma, got ?karm/calm?
Tell the stands, that I said I'm number one
My is done, who's sick? It's me, it's none
I'm getting at like Superhead's tongue
My nuts a tonne, they bigger than your gun
No homo but my flow's so I think I'm bout to cum
...Uhh, can't prevent it, global
Know I'm talking bout? Haha I think its bout to start storming
I whip you at your show but til you finish performing
I up at your residence while roosters is yawning
Like Arizona, nuts in the morning
I at your crib early giving juice to woman
Like H-Town, Texas, I know Hollywood
That can hit a golf ball in the sky with points
I ?Homer? flicks but ladies get moist
I'll make a girl scream and sound it's a good noise
bow down to the sound of my voice
I'm the that you picking and the south, good choice
Got big Tonka trucks that don't sound like
And I got homeboys with five 9's Royce
You choice, better be stinging a Cobra
When my homies get it popping like a
Cola, if your not Chamillionaire then over
Top of the charts, I'ma hit it a Cobra