Luyện nghe bài hát Step It Up

Yeah, boy Gucci
Got my nigga block in bitch
Atlanta's finest
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 time to
It's time to re-up It's to re-up;
7: 30 in the morning, we gon' be up
We gon' be up, we be up;
Call or Gucci Mane when it's time 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 smells like fish, the fish scale dog
1000 Grams at a time on the ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber stacks
Spent a? a mill wit Papi watch how I get it back
The boys love me
how to cook
You whip it real hard, cold water, let it
The man bitch!
Sold bricks, rocks
100 thousand dollars, like I shot a cop
The man bitch!
Sold grams, white
Cook the work 10
Fiends me 5 pipes
New nigga's love how I work that turn pipe
Got Micheal yay
Powder 10, but it cook
I don't get nervous I ride them highways
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Gucci
I got the on lock!
Have you ever seen a? million dollars in a Nike 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 cain and its jumping out the pot!
I'm in the game so I it all I got
To a dollar spot
I got a rainbow same color as lean
Wit the matching rims on it, man bitch so clean
Gotta skittle Jag and a fruity Chevelle
If I drop the top back, kush you gon' smell
flip I cop another whip
Every trap I cop chain
Every play I cop another
What these nigga's know bout Mane?
Notta thang!
I'm icy, something a polar 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: Mane]
Go our rental 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
When you think of money me
I said my get it to the key
From Arkansas to
Every Brick, Pill. And "P"
Some how it doesn't from me
I'm on T.V interviewed
Still got them in the intertubes
8 grand for the good
A t-shirt, under my
Aye it up, that's a bad word
You had to whip it till your wrist
You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or
Got'chu a dime to a? a
I'm knocked diamonds and I never
cocaine; duckin cops