Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I that's your dream
'cause I'm and I might bleed, just
I just 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

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

Oh my goodness, all goodness,
East side, left left no order
5, 8 deep is threat
Wanna see somebody get wet, somebody get
But go away, didn't i say but go
Very deep that's where it
Bitch I told you play

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that's dream
I'm unplugged 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
be down 'fore we die, we die
I just came to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up

Yeah, yeah,
Fire-breathing, dropping diarrhea
when I let it spray, through your speakers
My procedure is to
when I'm reaching for that heater make you levitate
Reaper the cleaver, smoking reefer when I meditate
And when I kick is a sickness, got ya'll to wicked shit
your scene with no witnesses
Witness ridiculous
Skip the vowel for
Just hours of fitness
louder than bitches
but taking of that fisting

I know this is amazing
I 'em quiet like Jason before devouring
their faces rusty knives and dirty razors
Embracing my craziness, crazy when I'm faded
This look good for you haters
who wanna start with the fuckin' greatest

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

This shit is banging, I'm it up
it up
I'm it up

You with me and you run into luck
run into
You run into

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

ain't no fuckin' thing, that you gon' try to do
Cause one mother wanna talk that shit
don't mean that anybody listen 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 gotta
Speak to the partner, a screen
about you and me?
Know I mean?
Don't that you could do anything
Could that be your wet fucking dream
Bringing the heat, bringing the
Don't give a
I be the, I be the
Dub,
it way the fuck up

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that's dream
'cause I'm unplugged and I 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 came to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up