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, 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 gone in mode. (Beast mode)
Right pocket's on (C-Notes)...Got it lock from 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 i'ne need the cake (i'ne need the cake)...
Niggas talkin like Beezy (beezy fake?)...tryna count my pockets like "what Beezy ate". (what Beezy 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 whats the word, bitch its Blast Gang!

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, yeah boy we gone it up.
Yea we gone it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up! yeah boy we gone tear it up!

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My snap on some custom shit (Custom shit)...These other niggas on some Busta shit! (on some busta shit)
I swear, a broke nigga me sick (make me sick)...Thats a why a nigga so arrogant.
And they couldn't find a (residence)...got a young nigga feelin like the president (i'm walkin).
Every time I drop them niggas copy me (copy me)...I to God them niggas watchin me (watchin me).
I ain't a door so why knockin me? (why they knocking me?)
On thing I love, ain't no stoppin me. (Ain' no stoppin me)
Yeah, Blast Gang gettin paid (paid still)...I might chill, blow a L with young L...
4-G I done spent like one (Bawo!)...
My record spent bout ten mill (Cash!)...
when the smoke clears the young nigga still (Swag!)...
Blast Gang in ya ear!

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, boy we gone 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 him talkin, Soulja Boy; a young flashy nigga. (Flashy)
But keep ya mouth if ya talkin digits (talkin digits),
Multiple vehicles Bitch, just to my fitteds (match my fitteds)...
And Blast still blastin niggas! (still blastin niggas)
two-eighty; thats how the new Audi go (Audi go).
Wear them diamonds like Mario (like Mario)...
Homey, bitch chose i'ne the hoe (i'ne want the hoe). The world is mine, bitch I want this hoe (want this hoe).
Haters access get denied...on the red carpet, no required (soulja).
All these 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 to the dolla signs (Dolla signs)....
I got hell-a 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 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 gone it up.
Yea we gone tear it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up! boy we gone tear it up!