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 or nah?
Look at me now, I found me some

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Treasure the trash
Sever my hands through the metal and glass
It's a blast, feel the magic in the madness
Give me hands
Give me passion, anything could equal some satisfaction
for love at the end of this Hen bottle
Looking for pub', let me pen your next
Call 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, it's time to up the house
Y'all niggas been Skins vs. Blouses
I'mma keep my shirt on until some come out
Always keep your word, homie, I know nothing else
I'm your father, go get a switch or a
Interrupting my method, in here this velvet
Grab my dick and do a with my pelvis
My shoes suede, but don't fuck with no
I'm from the era of real shit; shit
real quick, float like butterfly
Sting like killer bee, flow worth
You niggas me thinkin' you ill as me
What's to an enema, enemy?
Anyone, get at me, I'm the

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

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