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!
Blast Gang, bitch we over! (Bawo)
Lil Dre, a.k.a Soulja...so much money in my pockets, bitch I I told ya! (Blast!)
Now Blast Gang gone in mode. (Beast mode)
Right pocket's on C-Notes (C-Notes)...Got it lock the West to the East coast. (Bawo)
Swisher sweet in the kush how we smoke. (Bawo)
I hit the mall, spent a G today (spent a G today)...cashed out like need the cake (i'ne need the cake)...
Niggas talkin like Beezy fake (beezy fake?)...tryna count my pockets like "what 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 cocked back like Max Payne...Niggas askin whats the word, bitch 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 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!

2]

My snap back on some custom shit (Custom shit)...These other niggas on some shit! (on some busta shit)
I swear, a broke nigga make me (make me sick)...Thats a why a nigga so arrogant.
And they couldn't find a residence (residence)...got a young nigga like the president (i'm walkin).
Every I drop 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 knocking me?)
On every thing I love, no stoppin me. (Ain' no stoppin me)
Yeah, Blast Gang gettin paid still (paid still)...I might chill, blow a L young L...
4-G I spent like one mill (Bawo!)...
My record label spent ten mill (Cash!)...
the smoke clears the young nigga still here (Swag!)...
Blast in ya damn ear!

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

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I hear him talkin, Soulja Boy; a flashy nigga. (Flashy)
But keep ya mouth if ya talkin digits (talkin digits),
Multiple vehicles Bitch, just to match my (match my fitteds)...
And Blast Gang still blastin niggas! (still niggas)
two-eighty; thats how fast the new go (Audi go).
Wear them blue diamonds like (like Mario)...
Homey, bitch chose i'ne want the hoe (i'ne the hoe). The world is mine, bitch I want this hoe (want this hoe).
Haters get denied...on the red carpet, no quote required (soulja).
All rappers 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 back to the dolla (Dolla signs)....
I got toughts in my mind (in my mind).
Like 40 million that I touch (can't touch)...Any place, any time, nigga an what.

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, 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!