Luyện nghe bài hát Mounted Up

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

1]
Treasure the trash
Sever my hands through the metal and glass
It's been a blast, feel the magic in the
Give me your
Give me passion, anything that could some satisfaction
Looking for love at the end of Hen bottle
for pub', let me pen your next album
Call from above, tell me J.I.D you been to point it
Remerged, kicking in the South, no issue
Wipe that drizzle of your mouth, it's to wake up the house
Y'all been playing 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 making this velvet
Grab my and do a thrust with my pelvis
My shoes suede, but don't fuck with no
I'm from the era of shit; kill-or-be-killed shit
Kill-or-be real quick, like butterfly
like killer bee, flow worth kilograms
You killin' me thinkin' you ill as me
What's shit to an enema,
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 down or
Look at me now I found me a

2]
Method to all the
Checkin' my hands, my back
Checkin' the cash, and and balancin'
Hard work,
Gripping the by the cabbage
And I'm blackin' it's no longer a factor
Murder the-murder the game, it
Metaphysical living, deranged
Not a nigga, the same limit
But I'm limited edition, I prisms
Am I trippin', a be trippin'
I'm feelin' like of you niggas be slippin'
you tips and a nigga just went with it flippant
Not you stupid, but hella reminiscent
Oh them stupid niggas, what they do to
Kill or shoot a (die!)
recruit a nigga, boot or suit a nigga
Send em to the other
Is you gon' up for the ride?
Niggas is fuckin' tough till its fuckin'
Bet they motherfuck, better buckle
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 you 'bout it
Keep shit cool, melencholy
Keep your tool, shit, met a
Get some money, niggas be
So him and his fellas come deliver bodies
Post robberies, another dead no problem
You happy we doin' your job
I'm pulling everybody's hole
I never play with le boy
I was busy inside of
Lookin' out the like a labrador
And to the bullshit I'm a
In the pulpit God's son, not a daddy's boy
boar, carnivore, ready for any war
Send em forward, more, plenty more
Gimme more, see me