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!
Gang, bitch 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)
Right pocket's on C-Notes (C-Notes)...Got it lock from the 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 like i'ne need the (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 back like Max Payne...Niggas askin whats the word, its Blast Gang!

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

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My snap back on some 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 couldn't find a residence (residence)...got a young 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 a door so why they knockin me? (why they knocking me?)
On every I love, ain't no stoppin me. (Ain' no stoppin me)
Yeah, Blast Gang gettin paid still (paid still)...I might chill, blow a L with L...
4-G I done spent like one (Bawo!)...
My record label spent ten mill (Cash!)...
when the smoke clears the young nigga here (Swag!)...
Blast 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 gone tear it up! yeah boy we tear it up!

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I hear him talkin, Soulja a young flashy nigga. (Flashy)
But ya mouth closed if ya talkin digits (talkin digits),
vehicles Bitch, just to match my fitteds (match my fitteds)...
And Blast still blastin niggas! (still blastin niggas)
two-eighty; thats how 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 this hoe (want this hoe).
Haters access get denied...on the red carpet, no required (soulja).
All these rappers make me laugh, hell-a tired (hell-a tired).
Then this mornin' I got fried (hell-a fried).
Said a prayer, then I got to the dolla signs (Dolla signs)....
I got hell-a toughts in my (in my mind).
Like 40 that I can't touch (can't touch)...Any place, any time, nigga an what.

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