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 just can't it turn it up, up, up

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

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

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I 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 bulls eye,
gotta get sight for your eye
Gotta be down we die, we die
I just 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 when I'm reaching for that heater make you
Reaper with the cleaver, smoking reefer when I
And I kick is a sickness, got ya'll addicted to wicked shit
Leave your scene with no
Witness ridiculous
the vowel for wickedness
Just like hours of
Screaming louder bitches
but part of that fisting

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

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

Tired of running eye,
gotta get outta sight for eye
Gotta be down 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 fucking with me and you run into
run luck
You run luck

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

There ain't no fuckin' thing, you gon' try to do
Cause one mother fucker wanna that shit
don't mean that anybody wanna to you (ooh)
Like ooh, damn, it up quick
That stuff I got me feeling a little sick
I'm at the flick, to head up neck
Fuck up your job so you quit
Speak to the partner, a screen
about you and me?
Know I mean?
Don't believe that you could do
Could that be making wet fucking dream
Bringing the heat, bringing the
give a fuck
I be the, I be the
Dub,
it way the fuck 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 hear it 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