Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess 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 sight for your eye
be down 'fore we die, we die
I just came here to it up. up. up
it up. up. up

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

Oh my goodness, all goodness,
East side, left left no order
5, 8 deep is triple
Wanna see get wet, somebody 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 guess 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 sight for your eye
Gotta be 'fore we die, we die
I just here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up

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

I this sound is amazing
I chase 'em quiet like Jason devouring
their faces rusty knives and dirty razors
Embracing my craziness, crazy when I'm faded
This can't look for you haters
who wanna 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 sight for your eye
Gotta be 'fore 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 neck and I'm making the cut
Filling the cup with that fuckin' blood
it tender like Yves Saint Laurent
No wave when taking a chug and i'm done

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

I know like a bag of green, nigga I guess that's your dream
'cause I'm unplugged and I might bleed,
Sometimes I just hear it turn it up, up, up

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