Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Up

All my brothers,
Let the know 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

I be the one to break through your
Bomb carrier 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 connect
GP the brand new reign, fuck you sayin' and thought
tall but you comin' up short
Might play a lot of games but ain't your sport

Ran the wrong one, I'm the son of a gun
You practice, I'ma hit you off for fun
one question, what crossed your mind?
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 create or destroy

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

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

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 makin' the streets too hot

Bitches too 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 international on the Richard Bey

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

The microphone's the dick
And I'm smash hits, I need to be rehabilitated
And if I write to the beat that
the murder of the track 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
suck 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 'em, I left him mentally insane

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

Until I how to grab heat
And take it 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 swat?
Can't touch the God far from typical style
Thirsty niggas couldn't drink if they a hundred miles
Broke thousands of clones in half, bones in paths

Casualty, SI be I by the craft
Divine Allah, the golden mic holder
Got whole shit locked like the Ayatollah
sink 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 rate beats
Assault and battery it hard to remember
Behold, I the avenger
Black as charcoal with a soul as cold as

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

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

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

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

Niggas with a plan who stand behind
Made known, reality show the grain
All over, universally consume your town fire
Blaze the '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
the party tight, aight

All my brothers,
Let the world know hot 9, 7, what?
take it to the top all the ladies
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
take it to the top
We the party tight, aight