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,
Come on, on, killas
Here go my cup, give me some more
Open back window, let me dump 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 Brooklyn and Barclays Center
Mrs. and Mr., cousins, brothers and sisters
Ladies and gentlemen, children of finger printers
who like to slither, wolves, monkeys, gorillas
Veterans and beginners, righteous people and
Gamblers, losers and winners, ice grillers and
Hope you all some good swimmers cuz I'm as deep as the
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 even use the shitter
You a pussycat, you probably got litter
Kill rich niggas in
Representing for the wig-splitters and skid bitters who gets
Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch
Who got the to the Jeep? Sim Simmer

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

When my deliver it's such a moral dilemma
I don't quarrel quitters, I give em sorrow and shimmers
You think your is iller just cause his car from the dealer?
music char is bitter, cause yall some horrible spitters
When I swallow the liquor, I write a marvelous
drawing a picture cause I'm immortal my nigga
Beef is played out so I don't with niggas
But as long as it's tender I eat your 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, em off the balcony with ya
Since I scrilla, I learned to flip birds quicker
Had to hit curves with the hustlers and to richer
Back when Dipset was sizzurp nigga
My jewelery was black and yellow just the Pittsburgh Steelers

We never heard of yo clique but heard of us
They put em down, we liftin burners up
You keep sayin word to your mother but 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 some more
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, dead president stops
Robbed the store just so we can get some Ciroc
Ate Corn Flakes, no Pebbles and Pops
Got by the stray dogs when I fled though the block
Bought a 50-cent razor, now I'm ready to
I step to your with a George Jefferson bop
I cut him cross peddle bike, he bled to his
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 Michelle and Barack
I heard up North you reppin a lot
You never caught a 10-3, you respected the
How you gon use jail 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 an independent record label, Heckler and Koch

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

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