Luyện nghe bài hát Turbulence

10..9..8
Ignition start, engines 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, clockin'
Only fuck with the work, just to make my pockets
my finger on the trigger, of a AK,

One to yo dome, I'll make your whole soul quiver
like the cold winter, like Detroit in December
Yo bitch kept me, to put the dick up in her
She was on it hard, and feeling the turbulence
I hit it from the back, but she said I was it
She told me not to cum, before I was squirtin it
I fuckin' get up, right I do my dirt in it
I make the bed rock, but my name a Rita
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 high up in the air and I'm feeling the
Flying on my magic carpet rockin' a turban,
Droppin' bombs on mothafuckers well it
Comin through beatin' down the disturbin' shit
Esham possessed, by the of Saddam
I go to sleep, I dream about money, power, and bombs
Bitch, you better recognize, the of the mob
soaking all my game up, like Spongebob

I don't dance, I boogie, true
I cut the head off the devil, and I'll it at you

(chorus 2x)

May-day, May-Day, the coke out on the runway
If the D.E.A. come my way, they gunplay
I'm about 100, the wrong way up the runway
I wish it was a Monday, but it was a Sunday
I was up in the air, and feeling the turbulence
Jumpin' out of planes, wit' no parachute, on some shit
Flying the air, with the greatest of ease
Things fall to they knees, snitches tell the
We be high up in the air, and the turbulence
Floating on the black benz, the purple shit
Just like the hood, the ghetto birds circle it
Infrared light, I just might murk you bitch!

(chorus 2x)