Luyện nghe bài hát Tear It Up

Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Blast in this muthafucka...
Money...Power...

1]

You all know!
my fans that the wait is over!
Blast Gang, we takin' over! (Bawo)
Lil Dre, a.k.a Soulja...so much money in my pockets, I thought I told ya! (Blast!)
Now Blast gone in Beast mode. (Beast mode)
Right pocket's on C-Notes (C-Notes)...Got it 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 need the (i'ne need the cake)...
Niggas like Beezy fake (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 like Max Payne...Niggas askin whats the word, bitch its Blast Gang!

Gone Tear It Up, yeah boy gone tear it up! yeah Boy tear it up! [x2]
Bitch we gone it up.
Yea boy we tear it up, yeah boy we gone 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 shit (Custom shit)...These other niggas on some shit! (on some busta shit)
I swear, a broke nigga make me sick (make me sick)...Thats a why a so arrogant.
And they couldn't find a (residence)...got a young 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 door so why they knockin me? (why knocking me?)
On every thing I love, ain't no stoppin me. (Ain' no me)
Yeah, Blast Gang gettin 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 nigga still here (Swag!)...
Gang in ya damn ear!

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

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I hear him talkin, Soulja Boy; a young nigga. (Flashy)
But keep ya closed if ya talkin digits (talkin digits),
Multiple vehicles Bitch, just to my fitteds (match my fitteds)...
And Gang still blastin niggas! (still blastin niggas)
thats how fast the new Audi go (Audi go).
Wear them blue like Mario (like Mario)...
Homey, bitch chose i'ne want the hoe (i'ne want the hoe). The world is mine, I want this hoe (want this hoe).
Haters access get denied...on the red carpet, no quote (soulja).
All these make me laugh, lookin' hell-a tired (hell-a tired).
this mornin' I got hell-a fried (hell-a fried).
Said a prayer, then I got back to the signs (Dolla signs)....
I got toughts in my mind (in my mind).
Like 40 million that I 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]
we gone tear it up.
Yea boy we gone tear it up, yeah boy we tear it up.
Yea we gone tear it up, boy we gone tear it up! yeah boy we gone tear it up!