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
hit the town, is you down or nah?
Look at me now, I found me some

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Treasure inside the
Sever my hands reaching the metal and glass
It's been a blast, the magic in the madness
Give me hands
Give me passion, that could equal some satisfaction
for love at the end of this Hen bottle
Looking for pub', let me pen your next
Call from above, me J.I.D you been allowed to point it
Remerged, kicking lyrics in the South, no
Wipe that drizzle of your mouth, it's time to up the house
Y'all been playing Skins vs. Blouses
keep my shirt on until some hoes come out
Always keep your word, homie, I don't nothing else
I'm your father, go get a switch or a
Interrupting my method, in here making this
Grab my and do a thrust with my pelvis
My shoes suede, but fuck with no Elvis
I'm from the era of real shit; shit
Kill-or-be real quick, float like
like killer bee, flow worth kilograms
You killin' me thinkin' you ill as me
shit 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 found me a

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Method to all the
Checkin' my hands, my back
the cash, and checkin' and balancin'
Hard work,
Gripping the by the cabbage
And I'm blackin' 'till it's no longer a
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 nigga be
I'm feelin' most of you niggas be slippin'
Giving you tips and a just went with it flippant
Not you stupid, but hella reminiscent
Oh them niggas, what they do to niggas
or shoot 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 time
Bet motherfuck, better buckle down
im comming up nigga, hella mounted
Know my cross hella counties
(Hey J.I.D, ay) What's up
Been around the world, ooh
Let me tell you it
your shit cool, melencholy
Keep your tool, shit, met a
Get some money, be jelous
So him and his fellas come deliver bodies
Post robberies, another dead nigga no
You happy 'cause we doin' job
I'm pulling everybody's hole
I never play with le boy
I was busy of laboratories
out the window 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, fifty more, more
more, see me Lord