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 done me some

1]
Treasure the trash
Sever my hands reaching through the 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 album
Call above, tell me J.I.D you been allowed to point it
Remerged, kicking in the South, no issue
Wipe that of your mouth, it's time to wake up the house
Y'all been playing Skins vs. Blouses
I'mma my shirt on until some hoes 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 making this
my dick and do a thrust with my pelvis
My shoes suede, but don't fuck with no
I'm from the era of shit; kill-or-be-killed shit
Kill-or-be quick, float like butterfly
Sting like killer bee, flow kilograms
You killin' 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, burn it with us
hit the town, is you down or nah?
Look at me now I found me a

2]
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' 'till it's no a factor
Murder the-murder the game, it
Metaphysical living, vision
Not a typical nigga, the same
But I'm limited edition, I prisms
Am I trippin', a nigga be
I'm like most of you niggas be slippin'
Giving you tips and a nigga just with it flippant
Not sayin' you stupid, but hella
Oh them stupid niggas, they do to niggas
Kill or a nigga (die!)
Then recruit a nigga, boot or suit a
Send em to the side
Is you gon' up for the ride?
Niggas is fuckin' till its fuckin' time
Bet they motherfuck, better buckle
im comming up nigga, hella mounted
Know my cross hella counties
(Hey J.I.D, ay) What's up
Been the world, ooh yeah
Let me you 'bout it
your shit cool, melencholy
Keep tool, shit, met a baller
Get some money, niggas be
So him and his come deliver hella bodies
Post robberies, dead nigga no problem
You 'cause we doin' your job
I'm pulling hole card
I play with le boy toys
I was busy of laboratories
Lookin' out the window like a
And to the I'm a matador
In the pulpit like God's son, not a boy
boar, carnivore, ready for any war
Send em forward, fifty more, plenty
more, see me Lord