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, bitch we over! (Bawo)
Lil Dre, a.k.a Soulja...so money in my pockets, bitch I thought I told ya! (Blast!)
Now Gang gone in Beast mode. (Beast mode)
pocket's on C-Notes (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 (spent a G today)...cashed out like i'ne need the cake (i'ne need the cake)...
Niggas talkin like Beezy fake (beezy fake?)...tryna 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 cocked back like Max Payne...Niggas askin whats the word, bitch its Blast Gang!

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

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

Gone Tear It Up, yeah boy gone it up! yeah Boy gone tear it up! [x2]
Bitch we gone it up.
Yea boy we gone it up, yeah boy we gone 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 hear him talkin, Boy; a young flashy nigga. (Flashy)
But keep ya mouth closed if ya talkin (talkin digits),
Multiple vehicles Bitch, just to my fitteds (match my fitteds)...
And Blast still blastin niggas! (still blastin niggas)
two-eighty; how fast the new Audi go (Audi go).
Wear them diamonds like Mario (like Mario)...
Homey, bitch chose want 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 quote (soulja).
All these rappers make me laugh, lookin' tired (hell-a tired).
Then this I got hell-a fried (hell-a fried).
Said a prayer, I got back to the dolla signs (Dolla signs)....
I got hell-a in my mind (in my mind).
Like 40 million that I can't touch (can't touch)...Any place, any time, 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 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!