Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that's your
'cause I'm unplugged and I might bleed,
Sometimes I just 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
it all old school like a regal
Often times, let it
Bitches on the sidewalk watching as that dick gets
Hit the switch, ride slow, drop it til it's parking
Gangstas doing thangs, fuck you and that sitch you claim
All your bitches really lame, talking shit walking shit
Lonely clip, had no grip, rep my hood and quit

Oh my goodness, all goodness,
East side, brain left no order
5, 8 is triple threat
Wanna see get wet, somebody get snapped
But go away, didn't i say but go
Very deep that's where it
Bitch I you never play

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

Yeah, yeah,
Fire-breathing, dropping ether
I let it spray, eating through your speakers
My is to devastate
Fever when I'm reaching for that make you levitate
Reaper with the cleaver, smoking reefer when I
And when I kick is a sickness, got ya'll to wicked shit
your scene with no witnesses
Witness power
the vowel for wickedness
Just like hours of
Screaming than bitches
but part of that fisting

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

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

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

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

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

I got neck and I'm making the cut
Filling the cup with mother 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 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 your job so you gotta
Speak to the partner, a screen
What you and me?
what I mean?
Don't believe that you do anything
Could that be your wet fucking dream
the heat, bringing the heat
Don't give a
I be the, I be the
Dub,
Turning it way the up

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

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