Luyện nghe bài hát Turn it up

We never heard of yo clique but heard 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 none 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 turn it up on

Peace to the New York Knickerbockers, the plot got
Cuz now they got the Brooklyn Nets and Barclays
Hello Mrs. and Mr., cousins, and sisters
Ladies and gentlemen, prisons of finger printers
Snakes who like to slither, wolves, monkeys,
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, like the Joker and Riddler
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 probably got kitty
rich niggas in chinchilla
Representing for the wig-splitters and skid bitters who realer
Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga
Who got the keys to the Sim Simmer

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 give a fuck about none 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 turn it up on

When my oral deliver it's such a moral
I don't with quitters, I give em sorrow and shimmers
You think your is iller just cause his car from the dealer?
This music char is bitter, cause yall horrible spitters
When I swallow the liquor, I write a scripture
Start a picture cause I'm immortal 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 palms on the trigger and you all in yo liver
Injure all of you niggas, I'm cool and 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 to flip birds quicker
Had to hit with the hustlers and to emerge richer
Back when was sippin sizzurp nigga
My jewelery was black and yellow just like the Pittsburgh

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

We never of yo clique but they heard of us
They put em down, we liftin 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
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 come
Keep it hardcore
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Now I back
Keep it hardcore
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Now I back
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Papoose,