Luyện nghe bài hát Triple Up

Dipset, Killa, Street's it is

I done and styled hummers, rock for wild summers
The nerve in me, courtesy of Crocodile Hunter
(That's right)
That mean the croke-adile, see ya'll, niggaz, now
Know my style, you know I style, get money

Crip, piece, I swear you should come child
Garage, Benz, Lamborghini, fouls
Red, blue, green like the average
be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalog

Bracelet switched to bangles, medallions shit just
Chain twist and tangle, get ripped and mangled
Hit from angels, I told you we equipped angles
Can't find you, girl tape her wrists and ankles

Show her the click clicker, better yet six
Ask her where nigga bitch, he a bitch, nigga
The big picture, get figures, my kicks
Get with her, in the basement longer Big Tigger

Triple up, trey eight, four tucked
Get some weight on ass, give them nickels up
This is for my fly ice
Kilo breast, chicken wing, rice niggaz

Quadruple up, triple five on me, you stupid
Take ass up the block, doggy, the stoop is us
This is for my Benjamin,
You need 'em, get money credit scam, bitches

Ayo, clique is soft, my wrist is frost
I just pick a Porsche, we strap 'em on then, we lick 'em off
(Pap, pap, pap, pap)
Got a loft, you know how much the kitchen cost
Your bitch and boss, get 'em crossed, bet don't piss me off

Listen horse, a lot of niggaz I did
Or course me nauseous when they call the force
Only I call is the Holocaust
Holla scholar, drop when the dollars tossed
(35 hundred)

Hot stove, jelly jar, soda
Hot water, mask, gloves, can't take the
But I make the quota, hate cats that faking
Remember back in the days, man them is over

Know it might seem I'm sellin' ya'll a pipe
Wolf tickets, nope a legend since nineteen
And that was in the late
You late, homeboy I kept them 19's
Killa,

Triple up, trey eight, four tucked
Get weight on your ass, give them nickels up
This is for my fly ice
Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice

up, triple five on me, you stupid fuck
Take your ass up the block, doggy, the is us
is for my Benjamin, bitches
You don't need 'em, get credit scam, bitches

I came a long way from getting hanged by a jury
Look at my neck, all you see hang jewelry
I triple the chain, the wrist
Dice game, the same I through triples and split

I get menage et tua, the triple the
Got 'em on a triple beam takin' trips the bricks
My clique, the weight watchers, we wait for niggaz with
Or niggaz with weight with cake in they wallet
Raping pockets and taking they projects

If you flip like T-Mobile, I could make you a
Shit, you see a one day off of my flip
You go triple to say that it's my shit
But for now get ya up

How you talk about when you still trying to double up
This the bubble music, with the bubble buck
Bubble coke and bubble coke to cop that bubble truck

Triple up, trey eight, four nickel
Get some weight on your ass, give them up
is for my fly ice niggaz
Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried niggaz

Quadruple up, triple five on me, you stupid
your ass up the block, doggy, the stoop is us
This is for my Benjamin,
You need 'em, get money credit scam, bitches