Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

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

Tired of running eye,
gotta get outta sight for eye
be down 'fore we die, we die
I came here 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
it all old school like a regal
Often times, let it
Bitches on the sidewalk watching as dick gets pinned
Hit the switch, ride slow, drop it til it's flames
Gangstas doing gangsta thangs, fuck you and that sitch you
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 is triple threat
Wanna see get wet, somebody get snapped
But go away, i say but go away
Very deep that's where it
Bitch I you never play

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

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

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

I know sound is amazing
I 'em quiet like Jason before devouring
their faces with rusty knives and razors
Embracing my craziness, crazy when 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 bleed, just
Sometimes I just hear it turn it up, up, up

Tired of bulls eye,
gotta get outta sight for eye
Gotta be down we die, we die
I just came 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 fucking with me and you run luck
run luck
You run into

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

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

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

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