Luyện nghe bài hát Pull Up

That's how I raised em' Lord, them crazy

D-boy D-boy
My pockets look
My dead presidents
When I'm I got three arms
Got a big house with a green
Got a cigar full of
Like my ho cold and my tea
Close his he look deformed
I got bitches on my

I got J's at my
I got shooters on my
I got down my throat
Counting money dirty and
nothing but Irene
Got a with good hygiene
I'm sick it no vaccine

I got coke my nails
I got takin them L's
Nigga, we need no scale
I'm sick it no get well
Trigga man, trigga man, man please don't shoot
'Bout it, bout it, bout it T-R-U
Young nigga ridin in a
Chop bricks karate, judo, kung fu
Like jiu-jitsu split a in two

You do you, I'mma do it do
dropping dimes in a 2-6-2
'Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it like hoo
Started from the bottom, and I into
Everything I'm driving is new
When she fucking with me it's a new
with you it's a new excuse

who is you
I looked in the said, "Ooh it's you"
All my goons be too
So don't open your like you're chewing glue
Light blue Michael
My shoe get checks swoosh
Hear you niggas about what you going do
Or might do, I you
I you, but I advise you
Not to God you like achoo
Police you in the bayou with your friends by you
With shit knocked loose
that's what you'll get like Ken and Ryu
I been I'm in my mood
So you what you can do

Fuck nigga pull up, be waiting, yeah
Fuck nigga luck, yeah, I'll be waiting, yeah
Fuck pull up

nigga pull up, fuck nigga pull up
I'll be waiting my muhfuckin foot up
I ain't even up, fuck nigga good luck
Fuck put up or muhfuckin shush up
Fuck nigga pull up, my young stood up
Like nigga what up, fuck nigga shook up
I been out since P had the hook up
So if you meat, nigga I'm a butcher
If you want beef, I'm a butcher
My wanna eat, nigga I'm a cook ya
If you with your bitch and bitch want me
Nigga pull up like a trigger and she's the bullet
We the illest, we the
We the illest, we the
The sickest and the smoothest, the gifted and the
a scripture out your movie, get a picture I'ma zoomin'
I'ma hit 'em, I'ma lose 'em, I'ma 'em, I'ma bruise 'em
I'm a sinner, I'm a suitor, not to I'm a mover
I come at you when I'm moving, the bitch I'm bad
I'ma her in her booty and bitch it's Lil Tunechi
Aw yeah aw yeah fuckin'

Always have my gun in
Always had the hand
You the call your brother type
Hard head all my life
Whole in my fuckin' hand
Damn my girl pulled up
pull out to my bubble plan
But fuck it man like you sayin'
Look, I'm not sayin' but I'm sayin'

Fuck pull up, I'll be waiting
Lord knows I'll be for you
Me and my young
That's how I 'em

Fuck pull up
My young niggas up
Like fuck nigga up
Blookah, blookah,
I say, fuck nigga up
I'm waiting with my up
Fuck good luck
Blrrt, blrrt,

I say nigga pull up
around and never pull off
They see the we pull out
Say mind and pull off
They see the guns we out
Say never and keep going
I put the gun in his
I say be quiet and soft
Shifty eyes I see
Flip them like DDOS
These bitches tired sleepwalk
Brilliant mind I'm street
And thought, and we are
What she want, and she
And he don't, but on and we gone see

Fuck nigga up
Fuck pull up
I'll be
While you waiting
Fuck nigga up,
nigga pull up
Fuck nigga up
I'll be for you
Me and my niggas
That's how I raised 'em
Them lil crazy
They just waiting for me to tell them to go boy
What am I for