Luyện nghe bài hát Tear It Up

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

1]

You all know!
tell my that the wait is over!
Blast Gang, bitch we over! (Bawo)
Lil Dre, a.k.a Soulja...so much money in my pockets, bitch I thought I ya! (Blast!)
Now Blast Gang gone in 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 like Beezy fake (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 strapped mayne)...fifteen 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, yeah boy tear it up! yeah Boy gone tear it up! [x2]
we gone tear it up.
Yea boy we tear it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up.
Yea we tear it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up! yeah boy we gone tear it up!

2]

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

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

3]

I hear him talkin, Soulja a young flashy nigga. (Flashy)
But keep ya mouth closed if ya talkin (talkin digits),
Multiple 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, chose i'ne want the hoe (i'ne want 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 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 to the dolla signs (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]
we gone tear it up.
Yea boy we gone tear it up, 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!