Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

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,
gotta get outta sight for eye
Gotta be down we die, we die
I just came here to it up. up. up
it up. up. up

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

Oh my goodness, all goodness,
East side, left left no order
5, 8 deep is triple
Wanna see somebody get wet, somebody get
But go away, didn't i say but go
deep that's where it stays
Bitch I told you play

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I that's your dream
'cause I'm 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
Gotta be down we die, we die
I came here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up

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

I know sound is amazing
I chase 'em like Jason before devouring
faces with rusty knives and dirty razors
Embracing my craziness, crazy when I'm faded
This look good for you haters
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 bleed, just
Sometimes I just can't hear it it up, up, up

Tired of running eye,
gotta get sight for your eye
Gotta be 'fore we die, we die
I just came here to 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 luck
run luck
You run luck

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

ain't no fuckin' thing, that you gon' try to do
Cause one mother fucker talk that shit
mean that anybody wanna listen to you (ooh)
Like ooh, damn, it up quick
That stuff I drank got me feeling a sick
I'm at the flick, to up your neck
Fuck up your job so you quit
to the partner, becoming a screen
What you and me?
Know what I
Don't believe that you could do
Could that be 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 like a bag of green, nigga I guess that's your dream
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 came here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up