Luyện nghe bài hát It's On

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

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

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

I'm so tired of getting cheddar, my 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 give a baby rash
So greedy that my hand look like it's in of cash
I'm so greedy that my hand like it's been eating grass
Want to see the zoo? You even need a pass
The wildlife in my garage, how can you not see the
You think you can my cash, and I'ma 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 it like Jason in a mask
Man this idiot asked me if Texas rap will last
And Roscoes, chicken and on the table, acting fat
Or in the middle of Mr. Chiles, putting a table on my
That means I ain't so don't ask me bout a grill
I am so don't ask me how I feel
Real ain't have to say it so don't ask me if I'm real
Make a girl squeal, her acting like a seal
I turned on the news, Paris Hilton to jail
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 ain't a little
I open up the safe and there's in the middle
The Victory is coming, for now goes the riddle
a 170 thousand in the colour of a skittle?
What is it? What is it? The candy stuff I it
Just look in my garage, you even say what isn't
A digit, a digit, add another digit
The bank is like my homie so the is what I visit
So listen, Chamillionaire is to snatch the crown
No matter of fact, just 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 talking back I lift my hand and pow!
My style's versatile, no in my style
The of my ink, you gon' make a copy how?
That's suicide, better call a now
be digging a hole in your back yard like a child
Soul got karma, hip-hop got
the Internet stands, that I said I'm number one
My Victory is done, who's sick? me, it's none
I'm getting at everybody like tongue
My nuts weigh a tonne, bigger than your gun
No homo but my flow's so I think I'm bout to cum
...Uhh, prevent it, global warming
Know what I'm talking bout? Haha I think its bout to storming
I whip you at your show but til you finish performing
I show up at residence while roosters is yawning
Like Phoenix Arizona, in the morning
I at your crib giving juice to your woman
Like H-Town, Texas, I Hollywood boys
That can hit a golf in the sky with good points
I watch flicks but ladies get moist
I'll make a girl scream and sound like it's a good
Rappers bow to the sound of my voice
I'm the rapper you picking and the south, good choice
Got big Tonka trucks that don't like toys
And I got homeboys five 9's like Royce
You choice, be stinging like a Cobra
When my homies get it popping like a
Cola, if your not Chamillionaire it's over
Top of the charts, I'ma hit it like a