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 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 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 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 Max Payne...Niggas askin whats the word, bitch its Blast Gang!

Gone Tear It Up, yeah boy gone tear it up! yeah Boy gone tear it up!
Bitch we gone it up.
Yea boy we tear it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up.
Yea we gone tear it up, boy we gone tear 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 some shit)
I swear, a broke nigga make me (make me sick)...Thats a why a nigga so arrogant.
And they couldn't 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 so why they knockin me? (why they knocking me?)
On thing I love, ain't no stoppin me. (Ain' no stoppin 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 label spent bout ten mill (Cash!)...
when the smoke clears the young still here (Swag!)...
Blast Gang in ya ear!

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

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