Luyện nghe bài hát Step It Up

Yeah, boy Gucci
Got my block in this bitch
East finest
E.C.T South!

[Chorus: Gucci
Early in the morning Imma 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, it's time to

1: Yatta Mann]
Boys it do?
Nigga g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The kitchen smells like fish, the fish dog
Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber stacks
Spent a? a wit Papi watch how fast 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, fell like I a cop
The man bitch!
Sold grams, white
Cook the 10 minutes
Fiends me 5 pipes
New York nigga's love how I that turn pipe
Got Micheal yay
10, but it cook white
I don't get nervous I ride them highways
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Mane]
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 spree's for the 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 that so clean
Gotta skittle Drop Jag and a Chevelle
If I the top back, bubble kush you gon' smell
Every flip I cop whip
Every trap I cop chain
play I cop another tool
What these nigga's know bout Gucci
damn thang!
I'm icy, like a polar bear
When your girl give me brain better her hair
100 in the bag just to make you stare
wit the man
Gucci Mane

[Verse 3: Mane]
Go with our rental
to serve hard to Mountain Park;
Now I stand behind the burglar
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
From 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, a bad word
You had to whip it your wrist hurt
You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or
a dime to a? a block
I'm knocked and I never stop
Disturbing cocaine; duckin