Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

I know more like a bag of green, 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

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

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

Oh my goodness, all goodness,
side, left brain left no order
5, 8 deep is threat
Wanna see get wet, somebody get snapped
But go away, i say but go away
Very deep that's where it
Bitch I told you play

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

Tired of bulls eye,
gotta get outta for your eye
Gotta be 'fore we die, we die
I just came to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up

Yeah, yeah,
Fire-breathing, ether diarrhea
when I let it spray, eating your speakers
My procedure is to
Fever when I'm reaching for that make you levitate
with the cleaver, smoking reefer when I meditate
And when I kick is a sickness, got ya'll to wicked shit
Leave your scene with no
Witness ridiculous
the vowel for wickedness
Just like hours of
Screaming louder than
but taking part of that

I know this sound is
I chase 'em quiet like Jason devouring
their faces with rusty knives and razors
Embracing my craziness, gone when I'm faded
This can't good for you haters
who start spar with the fuckin' greatest

I know like a bag of green, nigga 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

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

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

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

I got your and I'm making the cut
Filling the cup with mother fuckin' blood
Sipping it tender like Yves 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 wanna that shit
don't mean that anybody listen to you (ooh)
ooh, damn, turn it up quick
That stuff I drank got me feeling a sick
I'm at the flick, to up your neck
up your job so you gotta quit
Speak to the partner, a screen
What you and me?
Know what I
Don't believe that you could do
Could that be making your wet fucking
the heat, bringing the heat
Don't a fuck
I be the, I be the
Dub,
it way the fuck up

I know more like a bag of green, 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,
gotta get sight for your eye
Gotta be 'fore we die, we die
I came here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up