Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

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

Tired of running eye,
gotta get sight for your eye
be down 'fore we die, we die
I just came to turn 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 like a
Often times, let it
on the sidewalk watching as that dick gets pinned
Hit the switch, ride slow, drop it til it's flames
Gangstas doing gangsta thangs, fuck you and that you claim
All bitches really lame, talking shit never walking shit
Lonely clip, had no grip, rep my and never quit

Oh my goodness, all goodness,
East side, left brain no order
5, 8 is triple threat
Wanna see get wet, somebody get snapped
But go away, i say but go away
deep that's where it stays
Bitch I told you never

I more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that's your dream
'cause I'm and I might 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 down 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, through your speakers
My is to devastate
Fever when I'm for that heater make you levitate
Reaper with the cleaver, smoking reefer when I
And when I is a sickness, got ya'll addicted to wicked shit
Leave your scene with no
power ridiculous
Skip the vowel for
Just hours of fitness
Screaming louder than
but part of that fisting

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

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 running eye,
gotta get outta sight for eye
Gotta be down we die, we die
I came here 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 luck

I got your 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

There ain't no fuckin' thing, that you try to do
Cause one mother fucker wanna that shit
don't mean that wanna listen to you (ooh)
Like ooh, damn, turn it up
That stuff I drank got me a little sick
I'm at the flick, to head up neck
Fuck up job so you gotta quit
Speak to the partner, a screen
about you and me?
Know I mean?
Don't believe you could do anything
Could that be making your wet fucking
Bringing the heat, bringing the
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
I'm unplugged and I might 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 down we die, we die
I came here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up