Luyện nghe bài hát Turn it up

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

Peace to the New York Knickerbockers, the plot got
Cuz now they got the Brooklyn Nets and Barclays
Mrs. and Mr., cousins, brothers and sisters
Ladies and gentlemen, children prisons of finger
Snakes who like to slither, wolves, monkeys,
Veterans and beginners, righteous and sinners
Gamblers, losers and winners, ice and grinners
Hope you all some good swimmers cuz I'm as as the river
I'm the bad guy, like the Joker and Riddler
Bad as Mike in his prime, man in the mirror in
You ain't a real man, you can't use the shitter
You a pussycat, you got kitty litter
rich niggas in chinchilla
Representing for the and skid bitters who gets realer
Like Beenie Man, a bitch nigga
Who got the to the Jeep? Sim Simmer

We never of yo clique but they heard of us
They put em down, we liftin them up
You keep sayin word to your mother but 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 back window, let me on niggas
It's my era, I'm to turn it up on niggas

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

We never heard of yo clique but they of us
They put em down, we liftin burners up
You keep sayin 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
It's my era, I'm to turn it up on niggas

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

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

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