Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

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

of running bulls eye,
gotta get outta sight for eye
Gotta be down we die, we die
I came here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up

Hypnotize,
Haters see through wires
Stay I bet a 50 cannibal on that desert eagle
Keep it all old school a regal
times, let it bend
Bitches on the sidewalk watching as dick gets pinned
Hit the switch, ride slow, drop it til parking flames
Gangstas doing gangsta thangs, fuck you and that you claim
All your really lame, talking shit never walking shit
clip, had no grip, rep my hood and never quit

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

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

of running bulls eye,
gotta get outta for your 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, eating your speakers
My is to devastate
Fever when I'm reaching for that make you levitate
Reaper with the cleaver, smoking reefer when I
And when I kick is a sickness, got addicted to wicked shit
Leave your scene with no
power ridiculous
Skip the for wickedness
Just like of fitness
Screaming than bitches
but part of that fisting

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

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

Tired of bulls eye,
get outta sight for your eye
Gotta be 'fore 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 with me and you run into
run into
You run luck

I got your neck and I'm the cut
Filling the cup with that mother blood
Sipping it tender Yves Saint Laurent
No giving wave when taking a and i'm done

There ain't no fuckin' thing, you gon' try to do
Cause one fucker wanna talk that shit
don't that anybody wanna listen to you (ooh)
Like ooh, damn, turn it up
That I drank got me feeling a little sick
I'm at the flick, to head up neck
Fuck up job so you gotta quit
Speak to the partner, a screen
What you and me?
Know I mean?
Don't believe you could do anything
Could that be your wet fucking dream
the heat, bringing the heat
Don't a fuck
I be the, I be the
Dub,
Turning it way the up

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

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