Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Up The Mic

[Intro:
I only fuck with my niggaz, I gotta 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, bitch-ass niggaz is Swayze
it out

[Verse 1:
I'm Nasty but bitches, handcuff snitches
Feed they nuts to pit bulls and more business
Got on leashes walkin on all fours
Have 'em eatin from dog bowls they heads
Cause they playin that role they sexy in bed
bud' I'm outta control wish death on the feds
Cup with Grey Goose watchin snuff films
Laughin with that wear patent leather with spikes
My is right, Miami beach playin it low
St. Barts rent a and a boat
Two thou' on my throat
That's only half of what my ice cost
Phonecall, hearin another got his life lost
Well, wipin' sand off of my
Read a book "Catcher in the rye", I chose
Some Bob Marley I plotted a scheme
To make me and Bump Knux rich
I got me a team, he got 'em a team
He to buy G-force with missile launchers
Tired of around with beef, with that pistols on us
C-4's better I'm callin up some b-more
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 with Alzheimer's disease
We the new breed,

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

[Verse 2: Knuckles]
It's Bump I'm rowdy I'm
I'm crazy I'm sick I talk
Name brand all on my dick
I don't trip I meet bitches in this game that got famous names
All projects' pussy, nigga, all the same
We gangsters, we keepin it hardcore keep it
Keepin guns and microphones, be keepin
I'm the unsquashable beef I put it in rider
means that every show I be layin in your dressing room
Next to the Henney two times .20 cocked
I'm a cold assed nigga that shit plenty hot
My bubble goose is with double truth
For you old-assed gangsters and you troubled
; I hate cops and niggaz with cop friends
And still by weight in the hood 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 or say a Biggie verse
And I shoot you without smokin a Ziggy first
God's Son we hot in
we hot in here, niggaz they 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 get crazy, nigga whut
Turn up the mics, bitch ass niggaz is Swayze
it out
Turn up the mics, lets get crazy, nigga whut
Turn up the mics, bitch ass niggaz is Swayze
Shh