Luyện nghe bài hát Tear It Up

Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Blast in this muthafucka...
Money...Power...

1]

You all know!
tell my fans that the is over!
Gang, bitch we takin' over! (Bawo)
Lil Dre, a.k.a Soulja...so much money in my pockets, bitch I thought I ya! (Blast!)
Now Blast gone in Beast mode. (Beast mode)
pocket's on C-Notes (C-Notes)...Got it lock from the West to the East coast. (Bawo)
Swisher in the kush that how we smoke. (Bawo)
I hit the mall, spent a G today (spent a G today)...cashed out like i'ne need the cake (i'ne the cake)...
Niggas talkin Beezy fake (beezy fake?)...tryna count my pockets like "what Beezy ate". (what Beezy ate?)
Its not a question if i'm mayne (if i'm strapped mayne)...fifteen when I dove in the rap game (rap game).
Two straps cocked back like Max Payne...Niggas askin whats the word, its Blast Gang!

Gone Tear It Up, yeah boy gone tear it up! Boy gone tear it up! [x2]
Bitch we gone it up.
Yea boy we gone it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up.
Yea we gone tear it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up! boy we gone tear it up!

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My snap back on some custom shit (Custom shit)...These other niggas on some Busta shit! (on busta shit)
I swear, a broke nigga make me sick (make me sick)...Thats a why a so arrogant.
And couldn't find a residence (residence)...got a young nigga feelin like the president (i'm walkin).
Every time I them niggas copy me (copy me)...I swear to God them niggas watchin me (watchin me).
I ain't a door so why they knockin me? (why they me?)
On every I love, ain't no stoppin me. (Ain' no stoppin me)
Yeah, Gang gettin paid still (paid still)...I might chill, blow a L with young L...
4-G I done spent one mill (Bawo!)...
My record label spent bout ten (Cash!)...
when the smoke clears the young nigga still (Swag!)...
Gang in ya damn ear!

Gone It Up, yeah boy gone tear it up! yeah Boy gone tear it up! [x2]
we gone tear it up.
Yea boy we gone tear it up, yeah boy we tear it up.
Yea we gone tear it up, yeah boy we tear it up! yeah boy we gone tear it up!

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I hear him talkin, Soulja Boy; a young nigga. (Flashy)
But keep ya mouth closed if ya digits (talkin digits),
Multiple vehicles Bitch, to match my fitteds (match my fitteds)...
And Gang still blastin niggas! (still blastin niggas)
thats how fast the new Audi go (Audi go).
Wear them blue diamonds like (like Mario)...
Homey, bitch chose i'ne the hoe (i'ne want the hoe). The world is mine, bitch I want this hoe (want this hoe).
Haters access get denied...on the red carpet, no quote (soulja).
All these make me laugh, lookin' hell-a tired (hell-a tired).
Then this I got hell-a fried (hell-a fried).
Said a prayer, then I got to the dolla signs (Dolla signs)....
I got hell-a in my mind (in my mind).
Like 40 million I can't touch (can't touch)...Any place, any time, nigga an what.

Gone Tear It Up, yeah boy gone tear it up! Boy gone tear it up! [x2]
Bitch we gone it up.
Yea boy we gone it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up.
Yea we gone it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up! yeah boy we gone tear it up!