Luyện nghe bài hát Pounds Up

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[ Fame ]
Why y'all niggas is sis' to fuck with Fame
I analyze the streets, spit real
blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you where you stand put your ass on you
I remind niggas with that blue that you rip
And the rush that you felt from the that you hit, now
How many niggas wanna with me, collide with me
Be accesoires to with me [ First Family! ]
Who I hang with, bang with, spit flames
The full of niggas that I came with
I tripping, I know you got a hell of a plan
For the man if you caught me slipping
You will me, won't you, pop me, won't you
But you know whoop ya motherfucking ass bitch, don't you
My family strong, your mams don't need so stop
before you and you ass get deleted

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

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

[ ] [ 2x ]

[ Lil' ]
It's an day thing in a every day game
More day every day, bang (BANG!)
It's the streets in me, and me, I'm staying to this shit
It's music to my ears, I'm to this shit
I'm suffering, a disease called 'Leave me the fuck alone'
In this full (blown), bitch,
M.O.P., for the ruckus
and we murder-murder-ma-murder-murder you

[ Danze ]
me the way out, down out, pull 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 is going is concerning me
Whatever to the old days
we all blaze, we all criminal ways

[ ] [ 2x ]

Nigga!
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Nigga!