Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Up Remix

(Trick Daddy)
We gon let the band with this...
You know we had to the damn thing right?
For all bustas...
All them niggas hating on
up
Funk boogie
up
Deuce Pop, Ms. Trina, Trick
up

2x]
Uh - Huh, OK,
up?
up!
up

(Deuce Poppito)
What's Up? Pop I'm finna handle shit
I'm finna take to the championship
My Trick got the ball, he the quarterback
Deuce Pop got D like Warren
we was born to mack
All that get shit i was born for that
Throw up your finger if you feeling us
Coming out the cake with a plus
Playboy that slick talk to stop
Pop finna put the South on top
What's up, Uh-Uh, OK, bad hoes u we don't play
That's how we do on Malibu
with the Coconut Yoo-hoo
2-4-K out the lights
Spit that fire out the mics
up!

4x]
Uh - Huh, OK,
up?
up!
(Who's bad?)

Who's

(Trina)
Bad like
Aint nann hoe bad as the baddest
bad u know my name
It aint in the same since I came in the game
I'm off the chain a figure eight frame
I drop its a hit man
I risk out to game fame
Rock the mic lipstick stains
The baddest it come to this bitch game
New coops, dicks switch man
Lemme show u lame hoes how to get
You take grand's, before he get brains
Get ya mind don't be a lame hoe
Aint shit for free, that's how the go
on top and I know ya mad
Top notch, off
OK?!
bad?!

4x]

(Trick Daddy)
Yo T-double-D representing the Southside
Down with Trina Tre+ and the Tribe
? funk keep keeping these tight
Niggas gon be like yo shit so
A-ight what happened to the 5 mics
What, niggas aint so tight?
Huh? What u bet ????
to it
T - - D - R
up!
I even see y'all
Now how u dis like this?
Riding listening to that bullshit
Yo pappy taught you better
Then put you up on ass niggas
Cross the board gay ass
Who me? I'm a killer,
Ex - con, ex - coke
dealer
Don't see no

6x

Who's