Luyện nghe bài hát Step It Up

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

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

1: Yatta Mann]
Boys it do?
Nigga g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The kitchen smells like fish, the scale dog
1000 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
how to cook
You whip it hard, cold water, let it drop
The man bitch!
Sold bricks, rocks
100 dollars, fell like I shot a cop
The man bitch!
Sold grams, white
Cook the work 10
gave me 5 pipes
New York love how I work that turn pipe
Got Micheal yay
Powder 10, but it white
I don't get nervous when I ride highways
man bitch!
is my birthday!

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

[Verse 3: Gucci
Go with our cars
Used to serve to Mountain Park;
Now I stand the burglar bars
Say Lil'Breeze best smoke ya
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 for the good purp
A t-shirt, my t-shirt
Aye lock it up, that's a bad
You had to it till your wrist hurt
You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or
a dime to a? a block
I'm knocked and I never stop
Disturbing duckin cops