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 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 today (spent a G today)...cashed out like i'ne need the (i'ne need the cake)...
Niggas talkin like fake (beezy fake?)...tryna count my pockets like "what Beezy ate". (what Beezy ate?)
Its not a question if i'm strapped (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 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 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 custom (Custom shit)...These other niggas on some Busta 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 nigga feelin like the president (i'm walkin).
time I drop them 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 every thing I love, ain't no me. (Ain' no stoppin me)
Yeah, Blast Gang gettin paid still (paid still)...I might chill, blow a L young L...
4-G I done spent like one (Bawo!)...
My record spent bout ten mill (Cash!)...
when the clears the young nigga still here (Swag!)...
Blast Gang in ya ear!

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

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I him talkin, Soulja Boy; a young flashy nigga. (Flashy)
But keep ya mouth closed if ya digits (talkin digits),
Multiple vehicles Bitch, just to my fitteds (match my fitteds)...
And Gang 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 want the hoe (i'ne want the hoe). The world is mine, bitch I want this hoe (want hoe).
Haters access get denied...on the red carpet, no required (soulja).
All these rappers make me laugh, lookin' tired (hell-a tired).
Then mornin' 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).
40 million that 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 it up, yeah 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!