Luyện nghe bài hát It's On

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You punk motherfuckers ain't shit, just a bunch of hoes
Makin' off the pros
And when I see I get you in my
I your ass a story to write 'cause it's on, it's on

It's on motherfucker and you can't 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 your head burst

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Them fools play
I gotta with those motherfuckers every day
They'd to get me behind bars
They hawk a like I'm Carlos Escobar

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

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

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