Luyện nghe bài hát Turn it up

We heard of yo clique but they heard of us
They put em down, we them burners up
You keep sayin word to your but word to what?
I don't give a fuck about none of these
I it up,
Come on, on, killas
go my cup, give me some more liquor
Open this back window, let me on niggas
It's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on

Peace to the New Knickerbockers, the plot got thicker
Cuz now they got the Brooklyn Nets and Barclays
Mrs. and Mr., cousins, brothers and sisters
Ladies and gentlemen, children prisons of printers
Snakes who like to slither, wolves, monkeys,
Veterans and beginners, people and sinners
Gamblers, and winners, ice grillers and grinners
you all some good swimmers cuz I'm as deep as the river
I'm the bad guy, just like the Joker and
Bad as in his prime, man in the mirror in Thriller
You ain't a man, you can't even use the shitter
You a pussycat, you got kitty litter
rich niggas in chinchilla
Representing for the wig-splitters and bitters who gets realer
Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga
Who got the keys to the Sim Simmer

We never heard of yo clique but heard of us
put em down, we liftin them burners up
You keep word to your mother but word to what?
I don't a fuck about none of these niggas
I it up,
on, come on, killas
Here go my cup, give me some more
Open back window, let me dump on niggas
It's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on

my oral deliver it's such a moral dilemma
I quarrel with quitters, I give em sorrow and shimmers
You think your is iller just cause his car from the dealer?
music char is bitter, cause yall some horrible spitters
When I the liquor, I write a marvelous scripture
Start drawing a picture cause I'm my nigga
Beef is played out so I bother with niggas
But as as it's tender I eat your squad up for dinner
Put my on the trigger and shoot you all in yo liver
Injure all of you niggas, I'm cool and calm as a
Your man from fingers, man who are you? Vanilla
Ice — I'm Suge Knight, hang em off the balcony ya
Since I deserve scrilla, I learned to flip birds
Had to hit curves the hustlers and to emerge richer
Back when Dipset was sizzurp nigga
My jewelery was and yellow just like the Pittsburgh Steelers

We never of yo clique but they heard of us
They put em down, we liftin them up
You keep sayin word to mother but word to what?
I don't give a fuck about of these niggas
I it up,
Come on, come on,
Here go my cup, give me more liquor
Open back window, let me dump on niggas
It's my era, I'm bout to it up on niggas

I'm on that train, making dead president stops
Robbed the liquor store just so we can get some
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and
Got by the stray dogs when I fled though the block
Bought a 50-cent razor, now I'm ready to
I step to your with a George Jefferson bop
I cut him cross bike, he bled to his socks
Cuz Miles didn't have a chain I peddled and popped
My bomber was better than that pleather you rocked
I wore old bomber way before and Barack
I up North you wasn't reppin a lot
You never caught a 10-3, you respected the
How you gon use that shit to try to get to the top?
You up in PC, never slept in a box
He said he so I fed him the ox
My gun is like an record label, Heckler and Koch

We never heard of yo clique but they of us
They put em down, we them burners up
You sayin word to your mother but word to what?
I don't give a fuck about of these niggas
I it up,
Come on, on, killas
Here go my cup, me some more liquor
Open this back window, let me on niggas
It's my era, I'm to turn it up on niggas

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Now I back
it underground hardcore
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Now I come
Keep it hardcore
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Now I come
it underground hardcore
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Papoose,