Luyện nghe bài hát Turbulence

10..9..8
Ignition sequence start, on
5..4..3..2..1
All engines running, commence

(chorus)(2x)
I'm high up in the air, I'm feeling the
But when it comes to work, I'm serving it

(Esham)
Street lords to my niggas, cheddar boy, figures
Only with the work, just to make my pockets bigger
Keep my on the trigger, of a AK,

One shot to yo dome, I'll your whole soul quiver
Shiver like the winter, like Detroit in December
Yo bitch beggin me, to put the dick up in her
She was riding on it hard, and feeling the
I hit it from the back, but she I was hurtin it
She told me not to cum, right before I was it
I fuckin' get up, right after I do my in it
I the bed rock, but my name a Rita Mosely
ki', 36 Oz.'s, a little whoadie

(chorus)(2x)

Reel life's my production, no you aint fuckin'
Wit' that I'm doin'
I was raised up in the
And I'm up in the air and I'm feeling the turbulence
on my magic carpet rockin' a turban, bitch
Droppin' on mothafuckers well deserving it
through beatin' down the block disturbin' shit
Esham possessed, by the sons of
When I go to sleep, I about money, power, and bombs
Bitch, you better recognize, the of the mob
Niggas all my game up, like Spongebob

I dance, I boogie, it's true
I cut the head off the devil, and throw it at you

(chorus 2x)

May-day, May-Day, throw the coke out on the
If the D.E.A. my way, they gettin' gunplay
I'm doin' about 100, the way up the runway
I wish it was a Monday, but it was a black
I was high up in the air, and feeling the
Jumpin' out of planes, no parachute, on some bird shit
Flying through the air, the greatest of ease
Things to they knees, snitches tell the police
We be high up in the air, and feelin' the
on the black benz, blowing the purple shit
Just like the hood, the ghetto birds circle it
Infrared search light, I just murk you bitch!

(chorus 2x)