Luyện nghe bài hát Step It Up

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

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

[Verse 1: Mann]
what it do?
Nigga g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The kitchen smells fish, the fish scale dog
Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber band
Spent a? a mill wit Papi how fast I get it back
The dope boys me
Taught'em how to
You it real 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 10 minutes
Fiends me 5 pipes
New nigga's love how I work that turn pipe
Got Jackson yay
Powder 10, but it 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 Nike box?
I can you how to trap!
100 worth 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 so I give it all I got
To a dollar spot
I got a rainbow Range same color as
Wit the matching rims on it, man that so clean
skittle Drop Jag and a fruity Chevelle
If I drop the top back, bubble kush you gon'
Every flip I cop whip
Every trap I cop another
play I cop another tool
What these nigga's know Gucci Mane?
damn thang!
I'm icy, like a polar bear
your girl 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 our rental 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
When you 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 gettin
got them thangs in the intertubes
8 for the good purp
A t-shirt, my t-shirt
Aye it up, that's a bad word
You had to whip it till wrist hurt
You holler'd at Gucci or Block
a dime to a? a block
I'm knocked and I never stop
Disturbing cocaine; duckin