Luyện nghe bài hát Tear It Up

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

1]

You all know!
tell my fans the wait is over!
Blast Gang, we takin' over! (Bawo)
Lil Dre, a.k.a Soulja...so much in my pockets, bitch I thought I told ya! (Blast!)
Now Blast Gang gone in mode. (Beast mode)
Right pocket's on C-Notes (C-Notes)...Got it lock from the to the East coast. (Bawo)
Swisher in the kush that how we smoke. (Bawo)
I hit the mall, spent a G (spent a G today)...cashed out like i'ne need the cake (i'ne need the cake)...
Niggas talkin like Beezy fake (beezy fake?)...tryna count my pockets like "what Beezy ate". (what 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, bitch its Gang!

Gone It Up, yeah boy gone tear it up! yeah Boy gone tear it up! [x2]
Bitch we tear it up.
Yea boy we tear 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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My snap back on custom shit (Custom shit)...These other niggas on some Busta shit! (on some busta shit)
I swear, a nigga make me sick (make me sick)...Thats a why a nigga so arrogant.
And they find a residence (residence)...got a young nigga feelin like the president (i'm walkin).
Every time I drop niggas copy me (copy me)...I swear to God them niggas watchin me (watchin me).
I ain't a door so why knockin me? (why they knocking me?)
On every thing I love, no stoppin me. (Ain' no stoppin me)
Yeah, Blast Gang gettin still (paid still)...I might chill, blow a L with young L...
4-G I done spent one mill (Bawo!)...
My record label bout ten mill (Cash!)...
the smoke clears the young nigga still here (Swag!)...
Blast in ya damn ear!

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

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I hear him talkin, Soulja a young 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 niggas! (still blastin niggas)
two-eighty; how fast the new Audi go (Audi go).
Wear 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 this hoe (want this hoe).
access get denied...on the red carpet, no quote required (soulja).
All these make me laugh, lookin' hell-a tired (hell-a tired).
Then this mornin' I got fried (hell-a fried).
Said a prayer, I got back to the dolla signs (Dolla signs)....
I got hell-a in my mind (in my mind).
Like 40 million that I can't touch (can't touch)...Any place, any time, an what.

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