Luyện nghe bài hát Pounds Up

Ooh.. yeah..
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Yeah.. yeah..
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[ Fame ]
Why y'all niggas is sis' to fuck Lil' Fame
I analyze the streets, real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on
you right where you stand put your ass on you
I remind with that blue steel that you rip
And the rush you felt from the nigga that you hit, now
How many niggas wanna ride with me, with me
Be accesoires to homicide with me [ Family! ]
Who I hang with, bang with, spit with
The full of niggas that I came with
I ain't tripping, I know you got a hell of a
For the man if you caught me slipping
You stop me, won't you, pop me, won't you
But you know I'll ya motherfucking ass bitch, don't you
My family strong, your mams don't need so breathing'
before you and you ass get deleted

[ ] [ 2x ]
Look, ain't nobody stoppin' here
You'll see it, it's on and poppin' this
up (Mound up!) Pounds up! (Pounds up!)
We build this foundation, from the ground up

[ Danze ]
Stand up faggot, I'll let you it where you post at
(William Berckowicz!) Back with my golden fiend and
(BLAOW!) hold that, Juliani can't control that
(We buss outta on Magnum triggers) He know that
With the cats that blaze DAT's on the boulevard
We remain strapped, then back, doin' it hard
So send soldiers cobra and I will send everyone of 'em back
with holes under hat, falls of through they' back
Damn it motherfucker (BK!) All day real with it motherfucker
I'm not your average, I'm from a block where trap cops
And made 'em ten-thirteen
the commander, Danze, hands, down
You need to know who you fucking now
Now kill-a-kill again, an unusual will to win
An will to sin, stop fucking with me

[ ] [ 2x ]

[ Fame ]
an every day thing in a every day game
More day every day, bang (BANG!)
It's the in me, and me, I'm staying tuned to this shit
It's music to my ears, I'm immune to this
I'm suffering, from a called 'Leave me the fuck alone'
In this full (blown), bitch,
M.O.P., prepare for the
and we you motherfuckers

[ Billy ]
Allow me the way out, down out, my gun out,
Run out in the middle of a light (Bum, bum bum)
Ah, you go, bastard, murder international, custom main caskets
Now any of you cocksuckers turn to me
The way this streetgame is going is me
Whatever happened to the old
we all blaze, we all criminal ways

[ ] [ 2x ]

Nigga!
...
Nigga!