Luyện nghe bài hát Mounted Up

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

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

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

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Method to all the
my hands, checkin' my back
Checkin' the cash, and and balancin'
Hard work,
Gripping the by the cabbage
And I'm blackin' 'till no longer a factor
Murder the game, kill it
Metaphysical living, deranged
Not a typical nigga, the limit
But I'm limited edition, I prisms
Am I trippin', a be trippin'
I'm feelin' most of you niggas be slippin'
Giving you tips and a nigga just with it flippant
Not sayin' you stupid, but reminiscent
Oh stupid niggas, what they do to niggas
Kill or a nigga (die!)
Then a nigga, boot or suit a nigga
Send em to the side
Is you knuckle up for the ride?
Niggas is fuckin' tough till its fuckin'
Bet motherfuck, better buckle down
Cause im comming up nigga, mounted
my name cross hella counties
(Hey J.I.D, ay) up shawty?
Been the world, ooh yeah
Let me tell you it
Keep your shit cool,
Keep tool, shit, met a baller
Get some money, niggas be
So him and his fellas deliver hella bodies
Post robberies, another dead no problem
You happy 'cause we your job
I'm everybody's hole card
I never play le boy toys
I was busy inside of
Lookin' out the window a labrador
And to the bullshit I'm a
In the like God's son, not a daddy's boy
Cornered boar, carnivore, for any war
Send em forward, fifty more, plenty
Gimme more, see me