Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Up The Mic

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

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

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

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

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