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
Gotta be down we die, we die
I just here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up

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

Oh my goodness, all goodness,
East side, brain left no order
5, 8 deep is triple
Wanna see somebody get wet, somebody get
But go away, didn't i say but go
Very deep 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 unplugged and I bleed, just
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 came here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up

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

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

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

Tired of bulls eye,
get outta 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 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 Saint
No giving when taking a chug and i'm done

There ain't no thing, that you gon' try to do
Cause one mother fucker wanna talk shit
don't mean that 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 your job so you quit
Speak to the partner, a screen
What you and me?
what I mean?
Don't believe that you could do
Could that be making wet fucking dream
the heat, bringing the heat
Don't a fuck
I be the, I be the
Dub,
Turning it way the up

I know like 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

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