Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Up The Mic

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

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

Nas (& Freddie Foxxx)]
up the mics,
Uh at somebody real
out the lights,
Bump Knux, Son get it right motherfucker
Turn up the
(Aha yeah the motherfuckers up)
out the lights
(That's right know why, I tell you why)
suicide

[Verse 2: Knuckles]
Bump I'm rowdy I'm wild
I'm crazy I'm sick I slick
Name brand bitches all on my
I don't trip I meet bitches in this game that got famous names
All that pussy, nigga, all the same
We gangsters, we it hardcore keep it street
Keepin and microphones, be keepin heat
I'm the beef I put it in your rider
That 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 keep shit hot
My bubble goose is stocked with double
For you old-assed and you troubled youth
Knowin ; I hate cops and niggaz with cop
And by weight in the hood they drop ends
With marks on 'em scratched by the eye
You hand me a twenty, you wanna die
Nigga, I won't remake a Pac record or say a verse
And I shoot you without smokin a Marley first
Son we hot in here
Bravehearts we hot in here, niggaz got to fear!

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