Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Up

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

I be the one to break through barrier
Bomb ready to explode in hype mode
You'll a bad decision 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 new reign, fuck what you sayin' and thought
tall but you comin' up short
Might play a lot of games but ain't your sport

Ran into the one, I'm the son of a gun
You target practice, hit you off for fun
one question, what crossed your mind?
To make you think that you 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 or destroy

It's that, born with the strength to strike back
contact better wear your hardhat in combat
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 know hot 9, 7, what?
take it to the top all the ladies
Show some love sugar, on tonight
the party tight aight

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

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

Everybody wanna overnight
The secret to my is I don't get too hype
Laid killer instances, killer track, make a snap re-mack
Bomb bandzee verses worse crack, highly addictive

The the glass dick
And I'm smokin' smash hits, I need to be
And if I write to the that only
Makes the murder of the premeditated

How dare you even my way?
Better yet cross my path and have to say
You wack rapper don't you know who you with
Niggas suck my dick, 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 kill 'em, I left him mentally insane

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

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

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

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

Casualty, SI be I soulful by the
self Allah, the golden mic holder
Got this shit locked like the Ayatollah
Rebel to levels as low as the devils
But the God made dirt to dig grave with the shovel

Try to slay the master, his heart beats faster
Assault and make it hard to remember
Behold, I the black
Black as charcoal with a soul as as December

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

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

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

Self defense and retaliation, hold this
Throw them niggas off the court in 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 behind 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 it's hot 9, 7, what?
Shaolin it to the top all the ladies
Show love sugar, it's on tonight
Keepin' the party tight,

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

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