Luyện nghe bài hát Turn it up

We never heard of yo clique but they of us
They put em down, we liftin burners up
You keep word to your mother but word to what?
I don't give a fuck about none of these
I it up,
on, come 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 plot got
Cuz now got the Brooklyn Nets and Barclays Center
Hello Mrs. and Mr., cousins, and sisters
Ladies and gentlemen, children prisons of printers
Snakes who like to slither, wolves, monkeys,
and beginners, righteous people and sinners
Gamblers, losers and winners, ice grillers and
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 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
Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch
Who got the keys to the Jeep? Sim

We never heard of yo clique but 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 these
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 to turn it up on niggas

When my oral deliver it's such a moral
I don't with quitters, I give em sorrow and shimmers
You your artists is iller just cause his car from the dealer?
This music char is bitter, cause yall some spitters
When I the liquor, I write a marvelous scripture
drawing 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 shoot you all in yo
all of you niggas, I'm cool and calm as a killer
Your man styling from fingers, man who are 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 jewelery was and yellow just like the Pittsburgh Steelers

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

I'm on that money train, making dead stops
Robbed the liquor store so we can get some 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 to rock
I to your block with a George Jefferson bop
I cut him cross peddle bike, he to his socks
Cuz Miles didn't have a when I peddled and popped
My leather bomber was better than that you rocked
I wore old bomber way Michelle and Barack
I heard up North you wasn't a lot
You never caught a 10-3, you the cops
How you gon use that 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 record label, Heckler and Koch

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

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Papoose,