Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

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

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

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

Oh my goodness, all goodness,
East side, left left no order
5, 8 is triple threat
Wanna see somebody get wet, get snapped
But go away, i say but go away
Very deep where it stays
I told you never play

I know more like a bag of green, I guess that's your dream
'cause I'm unplugged and I bleed, just
Sometimes I 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

Yeah, yeah,
Fire-breathing, dropping diarrhea
when I let it spray, eating through speakers
My is to devastate
Fever when I'm for that heater make you levitate
Reaper with the cleaver, smoking when I meditate
And when I kick is a sickness, got ya'll addicted to wicked
Leave scene with no witnesses
Witness ridiculous
Skip the for wickedness
Just like hours of
louder than bitches
but part of that fisting

I know this is amazing
I chase 'em like Jason before devouring
their faces with rusty knives and dirty
my craziness, crazy gone when I'm faded
This can't look good for you
who wanna start with the fuckin' greatest

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

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

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

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

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

There no fuckin' thing, that you gon' try to do
Cause one mother fucker talk that shit
don't mean anybody 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 up your neck
Fuck up job so you gotta quit
Speak to the partner, becoming a
What you and me?
Know I mean?
believe that you could do anything
Could that be making wet fucking dream
Bringing the heat, bringing the
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 your dream
I'm unplugged and I might bleed, just
Sometimes I just 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 just here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up