Luyện nghe bài hát Mounted Up

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

1]
Treasure the trash
Sever my hands reaching through the metal and
It's been a blast, feel the in the madness
me your 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, tell me J.I.D you been to point it
Remerged, lyrics in the South, no issue
Wipe drizzle of your mouth, it's time to wake up the house
niggas been playing Skins vs. Blouses
I'mma keep my shirt on until some come out
Always keep word, homie, I don't know nothing else
I'm your father, go get a or a belt
Interrupting my method, in making this velvet
Grab my dick and do a with my pelvis
My shoes suede, but don't with no Elvis
I'm from the era of real shit; kill-or-be-killed
Kill-or-be real quick, float like
Sting like bee, flow worth kilograms
You niggas killin' me 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 done me a

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Method to all the
Checkin' my hands, my back
Checkin' the cash, and checkin' and
work, callouses
Gripping the by the cabbage
And I'm blackin' it's no longer a factor
the-murder the game, kill it
Metaphysical living, vision
Not a nigga, the same limit
But I'm limited edition, I change
Am I trippin', a be trippin'
I'm feelin' like of you niggas be slippin'
Giving you tips and a nigga just went with it
Not you stupid, but hella reminiscent
Oh them stupid niggas, they do to niggas
Kill or shoot a (die!)
Then recruit a nigga, boot or a nigga
Send em to the other
Is you knuckle up for the ride?
Niggas is fuckin' tough till its fuckin'
Bet they motherfuck, better buckle
im comming up nigga, hella mounted
Know my name cross counties
(Hey J.I.D, ay) What's up
around the world, ooh yeah
Let me tell you it
Keep shit cool, melencholy
Keep tool, shit, met a baller
Get some money, be jelous
So him and his fellas deliver hella bodies
robberies, another dead nigga no problem
You happy 'cause we your job
I'm everybody's hole card
I play with le boy toys
I was inside of laboratories
Lookin' out the like a labrador
And to the I'm a matador
In the pulpit God's son, not a daddy's boy
Cornered boar, carnivore, for any war
em forward, fifty more, plenty more
Gimme more, see me