Luyện nghe bài hát Mounted Up

Ok, 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 down or
at me now, I done found me some

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Treasure the trash
my hands reaching through the metal and glass
It's been a blast, feel the in the madness
me your hands
Give me passion, anything that could some satisfaction
Looking for love at the end of 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 that drizzle of your mouth, it's time to wake up the
Y'all been playing Skins vs. Blouses
I'mma keep my shirt on some hoes come out
Always keep your word, homie, I don't nothing else
I'm your father, go get a or a belt
Interrupting my method, in here making this
Grab my dick and do a thrust with my
My shoes suede, but don't with no Elvis
I'm from the era of real kill-or-be-killed shit
Kill-or-be real quick, float butterfly
Sting like killer bee, flow worth
You niggas killin' me 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, it down with us
Let's hit the town, is you down or
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 by the cabbage
And I'm blackin' 'till it's no a factor
the-murder the game, kill it
Metaphysical living, vision
Not a typical nigga, the 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 just went with it flippant
Not you stupid, but hella reminiscent
Oh them niggas, what they do to niggas
Kill or a nigga (die!)
Then recruit a nigga, or suit a nigga
Send em to the other
Is you knuckle up for the ride?
Niggas is fuckin' tough its fuckin' time
Bet they motherfuck, buckle down
Cause im up nigga, hella mounted
Know my name cross hella
(Hey J.I.D, ay) up shawty?
Been around the world, ooh
Let me tell you it
Keep shit cool, melencholy
Keep 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 'cause we doin' 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 son, not a daddy's boy
boar, carnivore, ready for any war
Send em forward, fifty more, plenty
Gimme more, see me