Luyện nghe bài hát Time's Up

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

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

I know how to get my off me
can cry and die from high blood pressure cause tears are salty
It's a symptom if you bobbin your
Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now him a grip
When I get it, you know I'm throwing them bricks
Putting purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwing nicks
right, homey, you can't 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
These penitentiary chances that I
Should be able to get the by the lake
But I invest my bread something else
Into something else that'll make something
You just feel the kid
if not rap for the fact of how real he is,

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, anything I can get my on
Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll you underground

Hey yo, know the champ is in here
He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two a year
And I just to rock for a century
Then chase the with 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 crispy, fresh 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 fucking Jason
After I cash in, really no justification
Of how I'm gonna the game, so don't get outta line
this little 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, anything I can get my on
Call my bluff, acting up, and I'll leave you underground