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 down or
Look at me now, I done me some

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Treasure the trash
Sever my hands reaching the metal and glass
It's been a blast, feel the in the madness
me your hands
Give me passion, that could equal some satisfaction
Looking for love at the end of this Hen
Looking for pub', let me pen your next
from above, tell me J.I.D you been allowed to point it
Remerged, lyrics in the South, no issue
Wipe drizzle of your mouth, it's time to wake up the house
Y'all niggas been playing 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 this
Grab my dick and do a thrust with my
My shoes suede, but don't fuck no Elvis
I'm the era of real shit; kill-or-be-killed shit
Kill-or-be quick, float like butterfly
Sting like killer bee, flow worth
You killin' me thinkin' 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 down or
at me now I done found me a

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Method to all the
Checkin' my hands, my back
the cash, and checkin' and balancin'
Hard work,
Gripping the challenge by the
And I'm 'till it's no longer 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 most of you be slippin'
Giving you tips and a nigga just went with it
Not sayin' you stupid, but reminiscent
Oh them niggas, what they do to niggas
Kill or shoot a (die!)
Then a nigga, boot or suit a nigga
Send em to the other
Is you gon' up for the ride?
Niggas is fuckin' tough till its fuckin'
Bet they motherfuck, buckle down
Cause im up nigga, hella mounted
my name cross hella counties
(Hey J.I.D, ay) up shawty?
Been the world, ooh yeah
Let me tell you it
your shit cool, melencholy
Keep tool, shit, met a baller
Get some money, be jelous
So him and his fellas come deliver hella
Post robberies, dead nigga no problem
You happy 'cause we your job
I'm everybody's hole card
I never play le boy toys
I was busy inside of
Lookin' out the like a labrador
And to the bullshit I'm a
In the like God's son, not a daddy's boy
boar, carnivore, ready for any war
Send em forward, more, plenty more
Gimme more, see me