Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

I know more a bag of green, nigga I guess that's 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
be down 'fore we die, we die
I just 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 like a regal
Often times, let it
Bitches on the sidewalk watching as dick gets pinned
Hit the switch, ride slow, it til it's parking flames
Gangstas doing gangsta thangs, you and that sitch you claim
All your bitches really lame, talking shit walking shit
Lonely clip, had no grip, rep my hood and never

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, i say but go away
Very that's where it stays
Bitch I told you never

I know more a bag of green, nigga I guess that's your dream
'cause I'm and I might bleed, just
Sometimes I just 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 here to it up. up. up
it up. up. up

Yeah, yeah,
Fire-breathing, dropping diarrhea
when I let it spray, eating through your
My procedure is to
Fever when I'm reaching for that heater make you
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
power ridiculous
Skip the for wickedness
Just like hours of
Screaming louder bitches
but part of that fisting

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

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 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 with me and you run into
run into
You run into

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

ain't no fuckin' thing, that you gon' try to do
Cause one fucker wanna talk that shit
mean that anybody wanna listen to you (ooh)
Like ooh, damn, turn it up
That stuff I got me feeling a little sick
I'm at the flick, to head up your
up your job so you gotta quit
Speak to the partner, a screen
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
give a fuck
I be the, I be the
Dub,
Turning it way the up

I more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that's your dream
'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 'fore we die, we die
I came here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up