Luyện nghe bài hát Mounted Up

Ok, I'm up
High off the ground, watch me it up
Cop me a pound, burn it with us
Let's hit the town, is you down or
at me now, I done found me some

1]
Treasure inside the
Sever my hands reaching through the and glass
It's been a blast, feel the magic in the
me your hands
Give me passion, that could equal some satisfaction
Looking for at the end of this Hen bottle
Looking for pub', let me pen your album
Call from above, tell me J.I.D you allowed to point it
Remerged, lyrics in the South, no issue
Wipe that drizzle of your mouth, it's time to wake up the
Y'all niggas been Skins vs. Blouses
I'mma keep my shirt on until some hoes out
Always keep your word, homie, I don't nothing else
I'm father, go get a switch or a belt
Interrupting my method, in here making velvet
Grab my dick and do a thrust with my
My shoes suede, but fuck with no Elvis
I'm from the era of real shit; kill-or-be-killed
Kill-or-be quick, float like butterfly
Sting killer bee, flow worth kilograms
You niggas killin' me you ill as me
What's shit to an enema,
Anyone, get at me, I'm the

I'm up
High off the ground, watch me it up
Cop me a pound, it down with us
Let's hit the town, is you down or
at me now I done found me a

2]
Method to all the
my hands, checkin' my back
Checkin' the cash, and and balancin'
Hard work,
the challenge by the cabbage
And I'm blackin' 'till it's no a factor
Murder the-murder the game, it
Metaphysical living, deranged
Not a typical nigga, the same
But I'm limited edition, I change
Am I trippin', a be trippin'
I'm feelin' most of you niggas be slippin'
Giving you tips and a just went with it flippant
Not sayin' you stupid, but reminiscent
Oh them stupid niggas, they do to niggas
Kill or shoot a (die!)
Then recruit a nigga, boot or a nigga
Send em to the other
Is you knuckle up for the ride?
Niggas is tough till its fuckin' time
Bet motherfuck, better buckle down
Cause im comming up nigga, hella
Know my cross hella counties
(Hey J.I.D, ay) What's up
Been the world, ooh yeah
Let me tell you it
your shit cool, melencholy
Keep your tool, shit, met a
Get money, niggas be jelous
So him and his fellas come hella bodies
Post robberies, another dead nigga no
You happy we doin' your job
I'm pulling hole card
I never play with le boy
I was inside of laboratories
Lookin' out the like a labrador
And to the bullshit I'm a
In the pulpit like son, not a daddy's boy
Cornered boar, carnivore, for any war
Send em forward, fifty more, more
more, see me Lord