Luyện nghe bài hát Mounted Up

Ok, 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 some

1]
Treasure inside the
Sever my hands reaching through the and glass
been a blast, feel the magic in the madness
Give me your
Give me passion, that could equal some satisfaction
Looking for love at the end of this Hen
for pub', let me pen your next album
Call from above, tell me J.I.D you allowed to point it
Remerged, lyrics in the South, no issue
Wipe that drizzle of mouth, it's time to wake up the house
niggas been playing Skins vs. Blouses
I'mma keep my shirt on until some hoes out
Always keep your word, homie, I don't know else
I'm your father, go get a or a belt
my method, in here making this velvet
Grab my dick and do a with my pelvis
My shoes suede, but don't fuck no Elvis
I'm from the era of real shit; shit
Kill-or-be real quick, like butterfly
Sting like killer bee, flow 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
High off the ground, 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 me a

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Method to all the
Checkin' my hands, checkin' my
Checkin' the cash, and and balancin'
Hard work,
the challenge by the cabbage
And I'm blackin' 'till no longer a factor
Murder the game, kill it
Metaphysical living, vision
Not a typical nigga, the same
But I'm limited edition, I prisms
Am I trippin', a be trippin'
I'm like most of you niggas be slippin'
Giving you tips and a nigga just went it flippant
Not sayin' you stupid, but reminiscent
Oh stupid niggas, what they do to niggas
or shoot a nigga (die!)
Then recruit a nigga, boot or a nigga
Send em to the other
Is you gon' knuckle up for the
Niggas is fuckin' tough its fuckin' time
Bet they motherfuck, buckle down
Cause im comming up nigga, hella
Know my name cross counties
(Hey J.I.D, ay) What's up
Been around the world, ooh
Let me you 'bout it
Keep your shit cool,
Keep your tool, shit, met a
Get some money, niggas be
So him and his fellas come deliver bodies
Post robberies, another nigga no problem
You happy 'cause we your job
I'm pulling hole card
I never play with le boy
I was inside of laboratories
out the window like 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, plenty
more, see me Lord