Luyện nghe bài hát Step It Up

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

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

1: Yatta Mann]
Boys it do?
getcha g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The kitchen like fish, the fish scale dog
1000 Grams at a on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber stacks
a? a mill wit Papi watch how fast I get it back
The dope love me
Taught'em how to
You whip it real hard, water, let it drop
The man bitch!
Sold bricks, sold
100 thousand dollars, fell like I a cop
The man bitch!
grams, sold white
Cook the work 10
gave me 5 pipes
New York nigga's love how I work that pipe
Got Jackson yay
Powder 10, but it cook
I get nervous when I ride them highways
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Gucci
I got the on lock!
Have you ever seen a? dollars in a Nike shoe box?
I can you how to trap!
100 grand of cap
And I pray my phone ain't tapped!
buy for the smell of it
Bought a top 6 and I sat it on spree's for the hell of it
7 on the dot!
Got some cain and its out the pot!
I'm in the so I give it all I got
To a dollar spot
I got a rainbow same color as lean
Wit the matching on it, man that bitch so clean
Gotta skittle Drop Jag and a Chevelle
If I drop the top back, kush you gon' smell
Every I cop another whip
Every trap I cop another
play I cop another tool
What these nigga's know bout Mane?
Notta thang!
I'm icy, something like a polar
When your girl give me brain hold her hair
100 in the bag just to make you stare
wit the man
Gucci Mane

[Verse 3: Gucci
Go with our rental
Used to serve to Mountain Park;
Now I stand behind the burglar
Say Lil'Breeze best smoke ya
I'm the hustler of the
When you think of mention me
I said my get it to the key
From Arkansas to
Brick, Pill. And every "P"
Some how it doesn't come me
I'm on T.V interviewed
Still got thangs in the intertubes
8 grand for the purp
A t-shirt, my t-shirt
Aye lock it up, that's a bad
You had to whip it till wrist hurt
You holler'd at Gucci or Block
Got'chu a dime to a? a
I'm knocked and I never stop
Disturbing cocaine; duckin