Luyện nghe bài hát Step It Up

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

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

[Verse 1: Yatta
Boys it do?
getcha g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The smells like fish, the fish scale dog
1000 at a time on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber band
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 thousand dollars, fell I shot a cop
The man bitch!
grams, sold white
Cook the work 10
Fiends me 5 pipes
New nigga's love how I work that turn pipe
Got Jackson yay
Powder 10, but it cook
I don't get nervous when I ride highways
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Mane]
I got the on lock!
Have you ever seen a? dollars in a Nike shoe box?
I can you how to trap!
100 worth of cap
And I that my phone ain't tapped!
Nigga buy for the of it
a hard 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 game so I it all I got
To a dollar spot
I got a rainbow Range color as lean
Wit the matching rims on it, man that bitch so
Gotta Drop Jag and a fruity Chevelle
If I drop the top back, kush you gon' smell
Every I cop another whip
Every I cop another chain
play I cop another tool
What these nigga's know bout Gucci
damn thang!
I'm icy, something a polar bear
When your girl give me brain 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 the burglar bars
Say best smoke ya gars;
I'm the of the century
When you think of money me
I said my get it to the key
From to Tennessee
Brick, Pill. And every "P"
Some how it doesn't come me
I'm on T.V gettin
Still got 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 it till 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