Luyện nghe bài hát Time's Up

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

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

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

The to talk 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
Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll you underground

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

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