Luyện nghe bài hát Turn it up

We never heard of yo clique but they of us
They put em down, we liftin them 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, give me some more
Open back window, let me dump on niggas
my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas

Peace to the New York Knickerbockers, the got thicker
Cuz now they got the Brooklyn and Barclays Center
Mrs. and Mr., cousins, brothers and sisters
Ladies and gentlemen, children of finger printers
Snakes who to slither, wolves, monkeys, gorillas
and beginners, righteous people and sinners
Gamblers, losers and winners, ice grillers and
Hope you all some good cuz I'm as deep as the river
I'm the bad guy, like the Joker and Riddler
Bad as Mike in his prime, man in the in Thriller
You ain't a real man, you can't use the shitter
You a pussycat, you got kitty litter
Kill rich niggas in
Representing for the wig-splitters and skid who gets realer
Beenie 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 keep sayin to your mother but word to what?
I don't a fuck about none of these niggas
I it up,
Come on, on, killas
Here go my cup, give me more liquor
this back window, let me dump on niggas
It's my era, I'm to turn it up on niggas

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

We heard of yo clique but they heard of us
They put em down, we them burners up
You sayin word to your mother but word to what?
I give a fuck about none of these niggas
I it up,
Come on, come on,
Here go my cup, give me some liquor
Open back 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 store just so we can get Ciroc
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity and Pops
Got chased by the stray when I fled though the block
Bought a 50-cent razor, now I'm ready to
I step to your block a George Jefferson bop
I cut him peddle bike, he bled to his socks
Cuz Miles didn't have a when I peddled and popped
My bomber 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 never a 10-3, you respected the cops
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 independent record label, and Koch

We never heard of yo clique but heard 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,
Come on, come on,
go my cup, give 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 hardcore
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Now I come
it underground hardcore
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Now I come
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Papoose,