Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

I more like 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 bulls 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

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

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

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that's 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 outta sight for eye
Gotta be 'fore we die, we die
I came here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up

Yeah, yeah,
Fire-breathing, dropping diarrhea
when I let it spray, eating through your
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 kick is a sickness, got addicted to wicked shit
Leave your with no witnesses
Witness ridiculous
the vowel for wickedness
Just hours of fitness
Screaming than bitches
but taking part of fisting

I know this sound is
I chase 'em quiet like Jason before
faces with rusty knives and dirty razors
Embracing my craziness, gone when I'm faded
This look good for you haters
who wanna start spar with the fuckin'

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

Tired of bulls eye,
gotta get outta for your eye
Gotta be 'fore 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 into
You run into

I got your neck and I'm the cut
the cup with that mother fuckin' blood
Sipping it like Yves Saint Laurent
No giving wave 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, it up quick
That stuff I drank got me feeling a little
I'm at the flick, to head up neck
Fuck up your job so you quit
Speak to the partner, becoming a
about you and me?
Know what I
Don't believe that you do anything
Could that be making wet fucking dream
the heat, bringing the heat
Don't a fuck
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 and I might bleed, just
Sometimes I just can't hear it it up, up, up

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