Luyện nghe bài hát Mounted Up

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

1]
Treasure inside the
Sever my hands reaching through the metal and
It's been a blast, the magic in the madness
me your hands
Give me passion, anything that could equal satisfaction
Looking for love at the end of Hen bottle
for pub', let me pen your next album
Call from above, me J.I.D you been allowed to point it
Remerged, lyrics in the South, no issue
Wipe drizzle of your mouth, it's time to wake up the house
Y'all niggas been playing Skins vs.
I'mma keep my shirt on until some come out
Always keep your word, homie, I know nothing else
I'm father, go get a switch or a belt
my method, in here making this velvet
Grab my dick and do a with my pelvis
My suede, but don't fuck with no Elvis
I'm from the era of real shit; kill-or-be-killed
Kill-or-be real quick, float butterfly
like killer bee, flow worth kilograms
You niggas me thinkin' 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
hit the town, is you down 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 checkin' and
Hard work,
Gripping the by the cabbage
And I'm blackin' 'till no longer a factor
Murder the-murder the game, 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' like of you niggas be slippin'
you tips and a nigga just went with it flippant
Not sayin' you stupid, but reminiscent
Oh them niggas, what they do to niggas
or shoot a nigga (die!)
Then recruit a nigga, or suit a nigga
Send em to the other
Is you gon' knuckle up for the
Niggas is fuckin' tough till its time
Bet they motherfuck, better buckle
im comming up nigga, hella mounted
Know my name hella counties
(Hey J.I.D, ay) up shawty?
Been the world, ooh yeah
Let me you 'bout it
Keep shit cool, melencholy
your tool, shit, met a baller
Get some money, niggas be
So him and his fellas deliver hella bodies
Post robberies, dead nigga no problem
You happy 'cause we doin' job
I'm everybody's hole card
I never with le boy toys
I was busy inside of
Lookin' out the window a labrador
And to the I'm a matador
In the like God's son, not a daddy's boy
boar, carnivore, ready for any war
Send em forward, fifty more, more
more, see me Lord