Luyện nghe bài hát Mounted Up

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

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Treasure the trash
Sever my hands reaching through the metal and
It's been a blast, feel the magic in the
me your hands
Give me passion, anything could equal some satisfaction
Looking for at the end of this Hen bottle
Looking for pub', let me pen next album
Call from above, tell me J.I.D you been allowed to it
Remerged, kicking in the South, no issue
Wipe that drizzle of your mouth, it's to wake up the house
Y'all niggas been Skins vs. Blouses
I'mma keep my shirt on until hoes come out
Always your word, homie, I don't know nothing else
I'm your father, go get a or a belt
Interrupting my method, in here making velvet
Grab my and do a thrust with my pelvis
My shoes suede, but don't fuck no Elvis
I'm the era of real shit; kill-or-be-killed shit
Kill-or-be real quick, like butterfly
Sting like killer bee, 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
High off the ground, watch me it up
Cop me a pound, burn it down 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, checkin' my
Checkin' the cash, and checkin' and
Hard work,
Gripping the challenge by the
And I'm blackin' 'till it's no longer a
Murder the-murder the game, it
Metaphysical living, vision
Not a typical nigga, the same
But I'm edition, I change prisms
Am I trippin', a be trippin'
I'm feelin' like of you niggas be slippin'
Giving you tips and a just went with it flippant
Not you stupid, but hella reminiscent
Oh them stupid niggas, what they do to
Kill or a nigga (die!)
Then recruit a nigga, boot or suit a
Send em to the other
Is you gon' up for the ride?
Niggas is fuckin' till its fuckin' time
Bet they motherfuck, better down
Cause im comming up nigga, mounted
Know my cross hella counties
(Hey J.I.D, ay) What's up
Been the world, ooh yeah
Let me tell you it
your shit cool, melencholy
Keep tool, shit, met a baller
Get some money, niggas be
So him and his fellas come deliver hella
robberies, another dead nigga no problem
You happy 'cause we your job
I'm everybody's hole card
I never with le boy toys
I was busy inside of
Lookin' out the window like a
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, more, plenty more
Gimme more, see me