Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I that's your dream
'cause I'm unplugged and I bleed, just
Sometimes I just hear it turn it up, up, up

Tired of bulls eye,
gotta get outta for your eye
be down 'fore we die, we die
I just here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up

Hypnotize,
Haters see through telephone
Stay focused I bet a 50 cannibal on that eagle
it all old school like a regal
Often times, let it
Bitches on the watching as that dick gets pinned
Hit the switch, slow, drop it til it's parking flames
Gangstas doing gangsta thangs, fuck you and that you claim
All bitches really lame, talking shit never walking shit
Lonely clip, had no grip, rep my and never quit

Oh my goodness, all goodness,
East side, left brain no order
5, 8 deep is triple
Wanna see somebody get wet, somebody get
But go away, didn't i say but go
Very deep that's where it
Bitch I you never play

I know more like a bag of green, I guess that's your dream
'cause I'm unplugged and I might bleed,
Sometimes I just can't hear it it up, up, up

Tired of bulls eye,
gotta get outta sight for eye
be down 'fore we die, we die
I just came to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up

Yeah, yeah,
Fire-breathing, dropping diarrhea
when I let it spray, through your speakers
My is to devastate
Fever when I'm reaching for that heater you levitate
Reaper with the cleaver, reefer when I meditate
And when I kick is a sickness, got addicted to wicked shit
Leave your scene with no
Witness power
Skip the for wickedness
Just hours of fitness
Screaming louder than
but taking part of that

I know sound is amazing
I chase 'em quiet Jason before devouring
their with rusty knives and dirty razors
Embracing my craziness, crazy when I'm faded
This can't look good for you
who wanna spar with the fuckin' greatest

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess your dream
'cause I'm and I might bleed, just
Sometimes I can't hear it turn it up, up, up

Tired of bulls eye,
gotta get outta for your eye
Gotta be down we die, we die
I just came to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up

This is banging, I'm turning it up
it up
I'm it up

You fucking me and you run into luck
run luck
You run into

I got neck and I'm making the cut
the cup with that mother fuckin' blood
Sipping it tender like Saint Laurent
No giving wave when taking a chug and i'm

There ain't no fuckin' thing, you gon' try to do
Cause one mother fucker wanna that shit
don't mean that wanna listen to you (ooh)
ooh, damn, turn it up quick
That stuff I drank got me feeling a little
I'm at the flick, to head up your
Fuck up your job so you quit
Speak to the partner, becoming a
about you and me?
Know what I
Don't believe that you could do
that be making your wet fucking dream
Bringing the heat, the heat
Don't a fuck
I be the, I be the
Dub,
it way the fuck up

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that's your
'cause I'm unplugged and I bleed, just
Sometimes I can't hear it turn it up, up, up

Tired of running eye,
gotta get outta for your eye
be down 'fore we die, we die
I just came here to it up. up. up
it up. up. up