Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Up The Mic

[Intro:
I fuck with my niggaz, I gotta keep it tight
my big brother, Bumpy Knuckles
We gon' ride on these my nigga, huh
up the mics, yeah, lets get crazy, nigga, what
Turn up the mics, y'all niggaz is Swayze
it out

[Verse 1:
I'm but fuck bitches, handcuff snitches
Feed nuts to pit bulls and plan more business
Got sluts on leashes walkin on all
'em eatin from dog bowls pettin' they heads
Cause they love that role they sexy in bed
Smokin bud' I'm outta control death on the feds
Cup spills Grey Goose watchin snuff films
Laughin with that wear patent leather with spikes
My cheddar is right, Miami playin it low
St. Barts a house and a boat
Two thou' on my throat
That's only half of my wife ice cost
Phonecall, hearin boss got his life lost
Well, wipin' off of my toes
Read a book "Catcher in the rye", I chose
Some Bob then I plotted a scheme
To make me and Bump Knux more
Then I got me a team, he got 'em a
He to buy G-force with missile launchers
Tired of walkin' with beef, with that pistols on us
C-4's better I'm callin up some killers
To and bleed you
As sure as the in the sky you'll surely die
You up, fuck your people
Your money ain't as long as mine you dumb and you
Who you tryin to squeeze all this fuck Alzheimer's disease
We the new breed,

[Chorus: Nas (& Foxxx)]
up the mics,
Uh at somebody real
out the lights,
Bump Knux, God's Son get it right
up the mics
(Aha turn the motherfuckers up)
Turn out the
(That's right ya'll know why, I you why)
Suicide

2: Bumpy Knuckles]
It's Bump I'm I'm wild
I'm I'm sick I talk slick
brand bitches all on my dick
I don't trip I meet bitches in this that got pretty famous names
All that pussy, nigga, all the same
We gangsters, we it hardcore keep it street
Keepin guns and microphones, be heat
I'm the beef I put it in your rider
means that every show I be layin in your dressing room
Next to the Rock two times .20 cocked
I'm a cold assed nigga that shit plenty hot
My bubble goose is stocked with double
For you old-assed gangsters and you troubled
Knowin ; I hate and niggaz with cop friends
And by weight in the hood they drop ends
With little marks on 'em by the eye
You hand me a twenty, you wanna die
Nigga, I won't remake a Pac record or say a Biggie
And I shoot you without smokin a Ziggy Marley
God's Son we hot in
we hot in here, niggaz they got to fear!

[Outro:
Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy, whut
Turn up the mics, y'all bitch ass is Swayze
it out
Turn up the mics, lets get crazy, nigga whut
Turn up the mics, y'all bitch ass niggaz is
it out
Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy, whut
Turn up the mics, y'all bitch ass niggaz is
Shh