Luyện nghe bài hát Time's Up

Yeah, yo, I'm the with the perpetual oyster bars
Mother of delivery, voice of God
And, it's hard being the boss
Being I can't go to jail cause years'll cost me
Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga if he force me
just sit back and roll a dutch
Think how put the game in the cobra clutch
Think about how I'ma get the 'caine Customs
Never underestimate niggas, or over them
them M's is right in my face
I just gotta throw my Timbs on and my lace
If it don't jam, the Tech will
When I spit everybody split like pepper spray
I'm a nigga that hate to settle
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 bring the heat, time is over
While you running your mouth I'm 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 leave you underground

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

The time to is up
So bring the heat, that is over
While you running your 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 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 want to rock for a
Then chase the book the documentary
If you, can't do nothing than flow
Life's a bitch like the from "Blow", let's go
Don't make me put heart in your lap
Fuck riding the beat, nigga, I park on the track
Hop out looking crispy, and new
In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi
And, I don't you.
But I know a man a man from all the shit that he go through
Y'all ain't with Jason
I cash in, there's really no justification
Of how I'm gonna change the game, so get outta line
Cause this nine will change your frame, what up

The to talk is up
So the heat, that time is over
While you 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