Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Up

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

I be the one to break your barrier
Bomb ready to explode 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, fuck you sayin' and thought
Standin' tall but you up short
Might play a lot of games but this your 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 your
To make you that you could fuck with my hip hop design

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

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

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

Movin' in a city of crooks where 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 snitch the streets too hot

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

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

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

How dare you look my way?
Better yet my path and have somethin' to say
You wack rapper you know who you fuckin' with
suck my dick, June'll be the first to bust your shit

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

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

Until I learned how to grab
And it with the muscle
And rush you and pin you to the wall
I'm shifty, low dirty and gritty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Self defense and retaliation, hold fort
Throw them off the court in this rap sport
center's too short, your forwards' is backpedalin'
Your God's ain't hard, how you think you than

Niggas with a plan who behind thoughts
Made known, reality show the blow
All over, universally consume town like fire
Blaze the shit 'til we

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

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

All the ladies, can you it in your
All my niggas, let the world know hot 9, 7
Shaolin it to the top
We keep the party tight,