Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Up The Mic

[Intro:
I fuck with my niggaz, I gotta keep it tight
With my big brother, Bumpy
We gon' ride on these my nigga, huh
Turn up the mics, yeah, 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 they nuts to pit bulls and plan business
Got sluts on leashes on all fours
Have 'em eatin dog bowls pettin' they heads
Cause love playin that role they sexy in bed
Smokin bud' I'm outta control wish on the feds
Cup spills with Grey Goose watchin snuff
Laughin with dykes that wear patent leather spikes
My is right, Miami beach playin it low
St. rent a house and a boat
Two hundred thou' on my
That's only of what my wife ice cost
Phonecall, hearin another got his life lost
Well, wipin' sand off of my
Read a book called "Catcher in the rye", I
Some Bob Marley then I plotted a
To me and Bump Knux more rich
Then I got me a team, he got 'em a
He tryin to buy with missile launchers
Tired of walkin' around beef, with that pistols on us
better 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 washed up, your people
Your money ain't as as mine you dumb and you foul
Who you tryin to all this fuck with 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 yeah the motherfuckers up)
Turn out the
(That's right ya'll know why, I you why)
Suicide

[Verse 2: Knuckles]
It's I'm rowdy I'm wild
I'm crazy I'm sick I slick
Name bitches all on my dick
I don't trip I meet in this game that got pretty famous names
All that projects' pussy, nigga, all the
We gangsters, we keepin it hardcore it street
Keepin and microphones, be keepin heat
I'm the unsquashable I put it in your rider
That means every show I be layin in your dressing room
Next to the Rock two times .20 cocked
I'm a cold assed that keep shit plenty hot
My bubble goose is stocked double truth
For you old-assed gangsters and you troubled
Knowin ; I cops and niggaz with cop friends
And still by in the hood they drop ends
With little on 'em scratched by the eye
You me a twenty, you must wanna die
Nigga, I remake a Pac record or say a Biggie verse
And I shoot you 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 get crazy, nigga whut
Turn up the mics, y'all bitch ass is Swayze
it out
Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy, whut
Turn up the mics, bitch ass niggaz is Swayze
Shh