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 love sugar, it's on tonight
Keepin' the party tight

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

Let me lay the law, let me connect
GP the brand new reign, fuck what you sayin' and
tall but you comin' up short
Might play a lot of but this ain't 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 think that you could fuck with my hip hop

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

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

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

Movin' in a city of crooks where they don't play by the
It's off the hook, got me on
Ready to pop somethin' in my circumference if we 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' 1-800
Hundred dollar ho international on the Richard Bey Show

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

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

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

Word up, get yourself hurt up, fast
The one that 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 on the sidewalk from thugs postin'
towards me will get you toasted
6 million ways, 365 days, I be on the street, pays
Nicks, and Treys used to be my hustle

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

All my brothers,
Let the world know hot
All the

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

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

Try to the master, his heart rate beats faster
Assault and battery make it hard to
Behold, I the avenger
Black as charcoal with a as cold as December

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

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

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

defense and retaliation, hold this fort
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 stand thoughts
Made known, show the grain blow
All over, universally consume your like fire
Blaze the shit we retire

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

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

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