Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

I more 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 sight for eye
be down 'fore we die, we die
I came here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up

Hypnotize,
Haters see through telephone
Stay I bet a 50 cannibal on that desert eagle
Keep it all old school a regal
Often times, let it
Bitches on the sidewalk watching as that dick gets
Hit the switch, ride slow, it til it's parking flames
Gangstas gangsta thangs, fuck you and that sitch 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,
East side, 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
I told you never play

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

of running bulls eye,
gotta get sight for your eye
be down 'fore we die, we die
I just here 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, smoking reefer when I
And when I kick is a sickness, got addicted to wicked shit
Leave your with no witnesses
power ridiculous
Skip the vowel for
Just like of fitness
Screaming than bitches
but taking part of that

I this sound is amazing
I chase 'em like Jason before devouring
their faces with rusty knives and dirty
Embracing my craziness, crazy when I'm faded
This can't 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
I'm unplugged and I might bleed, just
Sometimes I just can't hear it it up, up, up

of running bulls eye,
gotta get outta for your eye
Gotta be down we die, we die
I just here to turn 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 into

I got your and I'm making the cut
Filling the cup with that fuckin' blood
Sipping it like Yves Saint Laurent
No giving wave taking a chug and i'm done

There no fuckin' thing, that you gon' try to do
one mother fucker wanna talk that shit
don't mean that anybody wanna to you (ooh)
Like ooh, damn, turn it up
That stuff I drank got me feeling a sick
I'm at the flick, to up your neck
Fuck up job so you gotta quit
Speak to the partner, becoming a
about you and me?
Know I mean?
Don't believe that you do anything
Could that be your wet fucking dream
Bringing the heat, bringing the
give 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 your dream
'cause I'm unplugged and I bleed, just
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