Luyện nghe bài hát Tear It Up

Sick it, nigga, yeah
9th Ward, of never woke me up
Bad nigga, stop
fuck with me, look here

Popping pistols at
When the clears
I'll be the only standing
I leave a witness
I'm a thug what you see the killa in my eyes

this fire arm, sitting on my side
Been patiently waiting for a victim to out of the crowd
So I could prove why they label me
I'm and psychotic, I got a problem, I'm addicted to thugging
Fuck what you say 'cause I ain't wanting for nothing, look

This for my ass niggaz in the club
Throw up set, if you a mo'fucking thug
You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm you get the picture
We tear this mo'fucking club up

This for my niggaz that's still on the
Nothing but pussy and up on your mind
You got a nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture
We tear this mo'fucking club up

I'm sick with mine, you could the heat in the flow
You see the start to bucking when I walk in the do'
I'm real mine, nigga I ain't the one you should beef with
I keep's my and that ain't the one that I sleep with

Am I still a soldier? Na, you could it
I'm a 9th Ward and that ain't no secret
me to cross over, understand, I still lay that I'm over
I'm use to the hood on my shoulders

Ghetto representative, here's nothing colder, here's boulder
I was in the shade, didn't want me to shine
But I broke the chains and I'm back for what's mine
I done the tank and replaced it with a 9

If I die, I'ma die amongst my own
Nigga, I'm from the Crescent, I'm 'bout whatever you
Make a move and I'm blasting with no

This for my gangsta ass in the club
up your set,if you a mo'fucking thug
You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm you get the picture
We could tear mo'fucking club up

This for my niggaz that's still on the
Nothing but and money up on your mind
You got a thug wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture
We tear this mo'fucking club up

This for my niggaz still on the block
Fuck safety, keep the cocked
You got a nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture
We could tear this club up

And to my locked down, Mac-A-Don and C
I can't wait for the day that they tell me you
So until your lawyers me that your cases are won
I'ma keep the fire burning it's 'spose to be done

Fuck my past, you keep a eye on my future
Bringing the that these rappers ain't use to
Making the type of statement that rappers'll work from
If you think I'm scared, you don't know where I come

I'm use to getting packages by the some
I ain't to find, I'm in the 9 if you want some
Teflon Don, pistol pump
glued to my palm, better sound the alarms

This for my gangsta ass in the club
Throw up your set, if you a mo'fucking
You got a nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture
We tear this mo'fucking club up

This for my niggaz that's still on the
Nothing but pussy and money up on your
You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the
We could tear this club up

it up
(Come on, it up, nigga)
it up
(Come on, it up, nigga)

it up
(Come on, it up, nigga)
We could tear this mo'fucking up
We could tear this mo'fucking up

Look here, who keep you rocking like I do?
Who keep you bobbing like I do?
Who keep it real like I do?
nobody gon' do what I do

W-W-What you do?
Ain't nobody gon' do I do
Ain't nobody gon' do I do