Luyện nghe bài hát Time's Up

Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster
Mother of pearl delivery, of God
And, it's hard being the boss
Being I can't go to jail cause them years'll me
Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga if he force me
Rather just sit and roll a dutch
Think how I'ma put the in the cobra clutch
about how I'ma get the 'caine over Customs
Never underestimate niggas, or trust them
yeah them M's is in my face
I just gotta throw my on and tighten my lace
If it don't jam, the Tech will
When I spit everybody gotta split pepper spray
Cause I'm a nigga that hate to
I'm a man of the Lord but I still escape the devil
Moved away and still can't the ghetto, what

The time to is up
So the heat, that time is over
you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder
A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, I can get my hands on
my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground

I know how to get my off me
They can cry and die from high blood pressure cause are salty
It's a symptom if you bobbin your
Know that sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip
When I get it, you already know I'm them bricks
Putting purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwing them
right, homey, you can't move me
I ain't going nowhere, I'm in the like bootleg movies
All you is the breeze, a bootleg uzi
I'm just waiting on a que like Suzie, don't me
These penitentiary chances I take
be able to get the mansion by the lake
But I invest my bread into else
Into something else that'll something melt
You gotta feel the kid
if not rap for the fact of how real he is,

The time to is up
So bring the heat, that time is
While you running your mouth I'm creeping up your shoulder
A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my on
Call my bluff, acting up, and I'll leave you underground

Hey yo, niggas know the is in here
He took it from to rap, now he put out two anthems a year
And I just to rock for a century
Then chase the book with the
If you, can't do nothing than flow
Life's a bitch like the mother "Blow", let's go
make me put your heart in your lap
Fuck the beat, nigga, I parallel park on the track
Hop out crispy, fresh and new
In the six, but a BM, and it's Pepsi blue
And, I know you.
But I a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through
Y'all ain't fucking Jason
After I in, there's really no justification
Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get line
Cause this little nine will change frame, what up

The to talk is up
So bring the heat, time is over
While you running your mouth I'm creeping up your shoulder
A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, I can get my hands on
Call my bluff, start acting up, and leave you underground