Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Up

All my brothers,
Let the world know it's hot 9, 7,
Shaolin it to the top all the ladies
Show love sugar, it's on tonight
Keepin' the party aight

I be the one to through your barrier
Bomb carrier ready to in hype mode
You'll a bad decision at any given
I was marked for death, so now is how the fuck I'm livin'?

Let me lay the law, let me four
GP the brand new reign, what you sayin' and thought
tall but you comin' up short
Might a lot of games but this ain't your sport

Ran the wrong one, I'm the son of a gun
You target practice, hit you off for fun
Answer one question, crossed your mind?
To make you that you could fuck with my hip hop design

You out of fashion, on top of that you got me
Like a gun toter up an assassin
I'm the real McCoy, old B Boy
Anything I seek, I could create or

It's like that, born with the strength to back
contact better wear your hardhat in combat
It's either you or my
All you gotta say is where we get it on at and on

All my brothers,
Let the world it's hot 9, 7, what?
Shaolin it to the top all the ladies
Show some love sugar, it's on
the party tight aight

Movin' in a city of crooks they don't play by the books
off the hook, got me on crop
Ready to pop in my circumference if we don't rock
But a lot of niggas makin' the streets too hot

Bitches too wanna be up in people's affairs
Let it die down, get it out the air
Gossipin' to get rich, callin' tips
dollar ho went international on the Richard Bey Show

Everybody wanna blow
The secret to my success is I get too hype
Laid back instances, killer track, make a snap re-mack
Bomb bandzee verses than crack, highly addictive

The the glass dick
And I'm smokin' hits, I need to be rehabilitated
And if I to the beat that only
Makes the of the track premeditated

How dare you even my way?
Better yet cross my path and have to say
You wack rapper don't you who you fuckin' with
Niggas my dick, June'll be the first to bust your shit

Word up, get hurt up, meanin' fast
The first one that steps be the one I click-click-blast
Hit 'em one up in his brain
But didn't kill 'em, I him mentally insane

It be bloodstains on the sidewalk from thugs
Animosity me will get you toasted
6 ways, 365 days, I be on the street, crime pays
Nicks, Dimes and Treys used to be my

Until I how to grab heat
And take it the muscle
And rush you and pin you to the quickly
I'm shifty, low down dirty and

All my brothers,
Let the world know hot
All the

Can you us all up in your swat?
Can't touch the God lyrical far from typical
Thirsty niggas couldn't if they walk a hundred miles
Broke thousands of clones in half, bones in paths

Casualty, SI be I by the craft
Divine self Allah, the mic holder
Got this whole shit locked like the
Rebel sink to as low as the devils
But the God made dirt to dig they grave the shovel

Try to slay the master, his rate beats faster
and battery make it hard to remember
Behold, I the black
Black as charcoal with a as cold as December

Timber, lumberjack that can injure
And disappear in a cloud of smoke like a
pretender, now it's time to deal with what's real
War, score with a hundred raw niggas

You play the game of life and throw his life on the line
With these tank niggas, hundred percent genuine
Mental court got niggas time and
Frustration got me to do crime

Watch me shine a comet
Orally smack niggas on the ground like they
Frontin' all them you need to stop it
You see who comin', the rightful of this era
Who show the but if necessary bring the terror

defense and retaliation, hold this fort
Throw them off the court in this rap sport
Your center's too short, your is backpedalin'
Your God's hard, how you think you better than

Niggas with a plan who stand thoughts
Made known, show the grain blow
All over, universally consume your like fire
the shit 'til we retire

All my brothers,
Let the world it's hot 9, 7, what?
Shaolin it to the top all the ladies
Show some sugar, it's on tonight
the party tight, aight

All my brothers,
Let the know it's hot 9, 7, what?
Shaolin it to the top all the ladies
Show some sugar, it's on tonight
Keepin' the tight, aight

All the ladies, can you it in your
All my niggas, let the know it's hot 9, 7
take it to the top
We the party tight, aight