Luyện nghe bài hát Turn it up

We never heard of yo clique but heard of us
They put em down, we them burners 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, give me some liquor
Open this back window, let me on niggas
It's my era, I'm bout to turn it up on

to the New York Knickerbockers, the plot got thicker
Cuz now they got the Nets and Barclays Center
Mrs. and Mr., cousins, brothers and sisters
Ladies and gentlemen, prisons of finger printers
Snakes who like to slither, wolves, monkeys,
and beginners, righteous people and sinners
Gamblers, and winners, ice grillers and grinners
Hope you all some good cuz I'm as deep as the river
I'm the bad guy, just 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 probably got litter
Kill niggas in chinchilla
Representing for the wig-splitters and bitters who gets realer
Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch
Who got the keys to the Sim Simmer

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

When my deliver it's such a moral dilemma
I don't quarrel with quitters, I give em and shimmers
You think your artists is iller just his car from the dealer?
This music is bitter, cause yall some horrible spitters
When I swallow the liquor, I write a marvelous
Start a picture cause I'm immortal my nigga
Beef is out so I don't bother with niggas
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
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, hang em off the with ya
Since I deserve scrilla, I learned to flip quicker
Had to hit curves with the hustlers and to richer
Back when Dipset was sippin sizzurp
My was black and yellow just like the Pittsburgh Steelers

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

I'm on that money train, making president stops
Robbed the liquor just so we can get some Ciroc
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and
Got chased by the dogs when I fled though the block
Bought a 50-cent razor, now I'm ready to
I to your block with a George Jefferson bop
I cut him peddle bike, he bled to his socks
Cuz Miles didn't have a chain I peddled and popped
My leather bomber was than that pleather you rocked
I wore old bomber way before Michelle and
I up North you wasn't reppin a lot
You caught 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, Heckler and

We never heard of yo clique but they 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,
on, come on, killas
Here go my cup, give me more liquor
Open this window, let me dump on niggas
my era, I'm bout to turn it up on niggas

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Now I back
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,