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
some love sugar, it's on tonight
Keepin' the tight aight

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

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

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

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

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

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
Keepin' the tight aight

Movin' in a city of crooks where they 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 be up in people's personal affairs
Let it die down, get it out the air
to get rich, callin' 1-800 tips
Hundred dollar ho went international on the Richard Bey

Everybody wanna blow
The secret to my is I don't get too hype
Laid back killer instances, killer track, make a snap
Bomb verses worse than crack, highly addictive

The microphone's the glass
And I'm smash hits, I need to be rehabilitated
And if I write to the beat only
Makes the murder of the premeditated

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

Word up, get yourself up, meanin' fast
The first one steps be the first one I click-click-blast
Hit 'em one up in his brain
But kill 'em, I left him mentally insane

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

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

All my brothers,
Let the know it's hot
All the

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

Casualty, SI be I by the craft
Divine self Allah, the golden mic
Got whole shit locked like the Ayatollah
sink to levels as low as the devils
But the God made dirt to dig they with the shovel

Try to slay the master, his heart rate faster
and battery make it hard to remember
Behold, I the avenger
as charcoal with a soul as cold as December

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

You wanna play the game of life and his life on the line
With these tank slang niggas, hundred genuine
Mental court got doin' time and
got me ready to do crime

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

Self defense and retaliation, hold this
Throw them niggas off the in this rap sport
Your center's too short, forwards' 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 town fire
the shit 'til we retire

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

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

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