Luyện nghe bài hát Turn it up

We heard 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 none of these niggas
I it up,
Come on, come on,
Here go my cup, me some more liquor
Open this window, let me dump on niggas
It's my era, I'm to turn it up on niggas

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

We never of yo clique but they heard of us
They put em down, we liftin burners up
You sayin word to your mother but word to what?
I don't give a fuck about none of niggas
I it up,
Come on, come on,
go my cup, give me some more liquor
Open this window, let me dump on niggas
my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas

When my oral it's such a moral dilemma
I don't quarrel with quitters, I give em and shimmers
You think artists is iller just cause his car from the dealer?
This music char is bitter, cause yall some horrible
When I swallow the liquor, I a marvelous scripture
Start drawing a cause I'm immortal my nigga
Beef is played out so I bother with niggas
But as long as it's tender I eat your up for dinner
Put my palms on the trigger and you all in yo liver
Injure all of you niggas, I'm and calm as a killer
Your man from fingers, man who are you? Vanilla
Ice — I'm Suge Knight, em off the balcony with ya
Since I deserve scrilla, I learned to flip quicker
Had to hit curves with the hustlers and to richer
Back Dipset was sippin sizzurp nigga
My jewelery was and yellow just like the Pittsburgh Steelers

We never heard of yo clique but heard of us
put em down, we liftin them burners up
You keep sayin word to your 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, give me some more
Open this window, let me dump on niggas
It's my era, I'm to turn it up on niggas

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

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

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