Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

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

Tired of bulls eye,
gotta get sight for your eye
Gotta be '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 that eagle
it all old school like a regal
Often times, let it
Bitches on the watching as that dick gets pinned
Hit the switch, ride slow, drop it til it's parking
Gangstas doing gangsta thangs, fuck you and that you claim
All your really lame, talking shit never walking shit
Lonely clip, had no grip, rep my and never quit

Oh my goodness, all goodness,
East side, left brain left no
5, 8 deep is threat
Wanna see somebody get wet, somebody get
But go away, i say but go away
Very deep where it stays
Bitch I told you never

I know 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 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

Yeah, yeah,
Fire-breathing, dropping ether
when I let it spray, through your speakers
My is to devastate
Fever when I'm reaching for that make you levitate
Reaper with the cleaver, reefer when I meditate
And I kick is a sickness, got ya'll addicted to wicked shit
Leave your scene with no
Witness ridiculous
Skip the vowel for
Just like of fitness
Screaming than bitches
but taking of that fisting

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

I more 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

of running 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

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

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

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

ain't no fuckin' thing, that you gon' try to do
Cause one mother fucker wanna that shit
don't mean that anybody wanna to you (ooh)
Like ooh, damn, it up quick
That stuff I drank got me a little sick
I'm at the flick, to up your neck
Fuck up job so you gotta quit
Speak to the partner, becoming a
about you and me?
Know what I
Don't that you could do anything
Could that be making your wet fucking
Bringing the heat, the heat
Don't give a
I be the, I be the
Dub,
Turning it way the up

I know 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 outta for your eye
be down 'fore we die, we die
I came here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up