Luyện nghe bài hát Tear It Up

Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Blast in this 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 money in my pockets, bitch I thought I ya! (Blast!)
Now Blast gone in Beast mode. (Beast mode)
Right on C-Notes (C-Notes)...Got it lock from the West 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 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 strapped mayne (if i'm 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 It Up, yeah boy gone tear it up! yeah Boy gone tear it up! [x2]
we gone 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 it up! yeah boy we gone tear it up!

2]

My back on some custom shit (Custom shit)...These other niggas on some Busta shit! (on some busta shit)
I swear, a broke make me sick (make me sick)...Thats a why a nigga so arrogant.
And they couldn't find a residence (residence)...got a young nigga 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 every thing I love, ain't no stoppin me. (Ain' no me)
Yeah, Gang gettin paid still (paid still)...I might chill, blow a L with young L...
4-G I done spent like one (Bawo!)...
My record label spent bout ten (Cash!)...
when the smoke clears the young still here (Swag!)...
Blast Gang in ya ear!

Gone Tear It Up, yeah boy gone tear it up! yeah Boy gone it up! [x2]
we gone 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 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 talkin (talkin digits),
vehicles Bitch, just to match my fitteds (match my fitteds)...
And Blast Gang still blastin niggas! (still niggas)
two-eighty; thats how fast the new go (Audi go).
Wear blue diamonds like Mario (like Mario)...
Homey, bitch chose i'ne want the hoe (i'ne the hoe). The world is mine, bitch I want this hoe (want this hoe).
Haters get denied...on the red carpet, no quote 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 back to the dolla (Dolla signs)....
I got toughts in my mind (in my mind).
40 million that I can't touch (can't touch)...Any place, any time, nigga an what.

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