Luyện nghe bài hát Tear It Up

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

1]

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

Gone Tear It Up, yeah boy gone it up! yeah Boy gone tear it up! [x2]
Bitch we tear it up.
Yea boy we gone tear it up, boy we gone tear it up.
Yea we gone tear it up, yeah boy we gone it up! yeah 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 they couldn't a residence (residence)...got a young nigga feelin like the president (i'm walkin).
Every time I drop them 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 knocking me?)
On every thing I love, ain't no stoppin me. (Ain' no me)
Yeah, Blast Gang gettin paid still (paid still)...I chill, blow a L with young L...
4-G I done spent one mill (Bawo!)...
My record label spent ten mill (Cash!)...
when the clears the young nigga still here (Swag!)...
Gang in ya damn ear!

Gone Tear It Up, yeah boy tear it up! yeah Boy gone tear it up! [x2]
Bitch we 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 him talkin, Soulja Boy; a young flashy nigga. (Flashy)
But keep ya closed if ya talkin digits (talkin digits),
Multiple vehicles Bitch, just to my fitteds (match my fitteds)...
And Gang still blastin niggas! (still blastin niggas)
two-eighty; how fast the new Audi go (Audi go).
them blue diamonds like Mario (like Mario)...
Homey, bitch chose i'ne want the hoe (i'ne want the hoe). The world is mine, bitch I want this hoe (want hoe).
Haters access get denied...on the red carpet, no quote (soulja).
All these rappers make me laugh, lookin' hell-a (hell-a tired).
Then this mornin' I got fried (hell-a fried).
Said a prayer, then I got back to the signs (Dolla signs)....
I got hell-a in my mind (in my mind).
40 million that I can't touch (can't touch)...Any place, any time, nigga an what.

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