Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Up

(Young on the beat)
I you love my body, babe, yeah (yeah, hitmaker)
I you love my body, babe, yeah
I you love my body, babe, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

up
(Body bag) up
(Body bag)

on my mind, Bonnie, you be Clyde
Don't you wanna ride or die? 'Cause I keep it
Workin' 9-5, he be on his
Red-bottoms and Louboutins, you the things I like
me all your money 'cause they don't do it like I
Hundred bottles I pour every night,
Always on your mind, just a of time
Bad they linking up, shorty, when they see I
Let me tell you something these girls are scared to tell you
Yeah, all for you, so you know you're supposed to
me all your time, tell me that you're mine
Yellow tape outside, white chalk the

up
(Body bag) up
Meek okay! (Body bag)

I pull up on niggas, murder scene, scene
Green pushin' 911, emergency, emergency
Say nigga, I never heard of you
Bet my you've heard of me
Bet you've heard I spit hot shit and I niggas, third degree
Just zappers on 'em, no
I ain't hold back
All I do is throw
All these hoes that
My pockets like ADS shocks, these pockets on me so fat
diamonds on me they picture perfect, they flash, nigga, call that, uh
All I is turn up
Bottles, to burn up
And it's all on my bitch shoes like she just caught a murder
And I'm money, word up
I'm ballin', nigga, up
And it come to these hoes, I hit bitches, I turn up

up
(Body bag) up
(Body bag)