Luyện nghe bài hát Time's Up

Yeah, yo, I'm the with the perpetual oyster bars
of pearl delivery, voice of God
And, it's just being the boss
Being I go to jail cause them 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 how I'ma get the 'caine over Customs
Never underestimate niggas, or over them
yeah them M's is right in my
I just gotta my Timbs on and tighten my lace
If it don't jam, the will spray
When I spit everybody split like pepper spray
Cause I'm a nigga that to settle
I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't the devil
Moved and still can't escape the ghetto, what

The time to is up
So bring the heat, that time is
While you running your 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 leave you underground

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 sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip
When I get it, you already I'm throwing them bricks
purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwing them nicks
That's right, homey, you move me
I ain't nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies
All you is the breeze, a bootleg uzi
I'm waiting on a que like Suzie, don't lose me
penitentiary chances that I take
Should be able to get the by the lake
But I invest my bread into something
Into something else make something melt
You gotta feel the kid
if not rap for the fact of how he is, whatever

The time to 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

Hey yo, niggas know the champ is in
He took it from to rap, now he put out two anthems a year
And I just want to rock for a
Then the book with the documentary
If you, can't do nothing than flow
Life's a bitch like the from "Blow", let's go
make 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 it's a BM, and it's blue
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
After I in, there's really no justification
Of how I'm gonna change the game, so get outta line
Cause this little nine will your frame, what up

The to talk is up
So bring the heat, 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 leave you underground