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 can't it turn it up, up, up

of running bulls eye,
gotta get outta 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 wires
Stay focused I bet a 50 cannibal on desert eagle
Keep it all old school a regal
times, let it bend
Bitches on the sidewalk as that dick gets pinned
Hit the switch, ride slow, 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 and never quit

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

I more like a bag of green, nigga I guess 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 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, dropping diarrhea
when I let it spray, through your speakers
My procedure is to
Fever when I'm reaching for that make you levitate
Reaper with the cleaver, smoking when I meditate
And when I kick is a sickness, got addicted to wicked shit
Leave your with no witnesses
Witness power
the vowel for wickedness
Just hours of fitness
Screaming than bitches
but taking of that fisting

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

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess your dream
'cause I'm 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 'fore we die, we die
I just came to turn 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 your and I'm making the cut
the cup with that mother fuckin' blood
Sipping it tender like Saint Laurent
No wave when taking a chug and i'm done

There ain't no fuckin' thing, that you 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 a little sick
I'm at the flick, to head up your
Fuck up your job so you gotta
Speak to the partner, becoming a
about you and me?
Know I mean?
Don't that you could do anything
that be making your wet fucking dream
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, nigga I guess 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 sight for your eye
be down 'fore we die, we die
I came here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up