Luyện nghe bài hát Step It Up

Yeah, boy Gucci
Got my block in this bitch
Atlanta's finest
E.C.T South!

[Chorus: Mane]
Early in the morning Imma be up
be up, Imma be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's to re-up
It's time to re-up It's time to
7: 30 in the morning, we gon' be up
We gon' be up, we be up;
Call Block or Gucci when it's time to re-up
It's time to re-up, it's time to

[Verse 1: Yatta
Boys it do?
Nigga g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The kitchen smells like fish, the fish dog
Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber stacks
Spent a? a mill wit Papi watch how fast I get it
The boys love me
Taught'em how to
You whip it hard, cold water, let it drop
The man bitch!
bricks, sold rocks
100 dollars, fell like I shot a cop
The man bitch!
Sold grams, sold
Cook the work 10
gave me 5 pipes
New York nigga's love how I work that turn
Got Micheal yay
10, but it cook white
I don't get nervous when I ride them
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Mane]
I got the on lock!
Have you ever seen a? million dollars in a shoe box?
I can you how to trap!
100 grand of cap
And I pray my phone ain't tapped!
Nigga buy for the of it
Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it on for the hell of it
7 on the dot!
Got some and its jumping out the pot!
I'm in the game so I it all I got
To a million spot
I got a rainbow Range same color as
Wit the matching rims on it, man that bitch so
Gotta skittle Jag and a fruity Chevelle
If I drop the top back, bubble kush you gon'
Every flip I cop another
Every trap I cop another
Every play I cop another
What these nigga's know bout Mane?
Notta thang!
I'm icy, something like a bear
your girl give me brain better hold her hair
100 Grand in the bag to make you stare
wit the man
Gucci Lil'Flap

[Verse 3: Gucci
Go with our cars
Used to serve hard to Park;
Now I stand behind the bars
Say Lil'Breeze smoke ya gars;
I'm the of the century
you think of money mention me
I my buddy get it to the key
Arkansas to Tennessee
Every Brick, Pill. And "P"
Some how it come from me
I'm on T.V interviewed
Still got them thangs in the
8 grand for the purp
A t-shirt, under my
Aye it up, that's a bad word
You had to whip it your wrist hurt
You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or
a dime to a? a block
I'm diamonds and I never stop
Disturbing cocaine; duckin