Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Up The Mic

[Intro:
I only fuck my niggaz, I gotta keep it tight
my big brother, Bumpy Knuckles
We gon' ride on niggaz my nigga, huh
up the mics, yeah, lets get crazy, nigga, what
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 business
Got sluts on leashes walkin on all
Have 'em eatin from dog bowls pettin' they
Cause love playin that role they sexy in bed
Smokin bud' I'm outta control wish on the feds
Cup spills with Grey Goose snuff films
Laughin with dykes that wear leather with spikes
My cheddar is right, beach playin it low
St. rent a house and a boat
Two thou' on my throat
That's only of what my wife ice cost
Phonecall, hearin another boss got his life
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 rich
Then I got me a team, he got 'em a
He tryin to buy G-force with missile
Tired of walkin' around with beef, with that on us
C-4's better I'm 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
money 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 holler at somebody
out the lights,
Bump Knux, Son get it right motherfucker
Turn up the
(Aha turn the motherfuckers up)
Turn out the
(That's ya'll know why, I tell you why)
Suicide

2: Bumpy Knuckles]
It's Bump I'm rowdy I'm
I'm crazy I'm sick I talk
Name brand all on my dick
I trip I meet bitches in this game that got pretty famous names
All projects' pussy, nigga, all the same
We gangsters, we it hardcore keep it street
Keepin guns and microphones, be keepin
I'm the beef I put it in your rider
means that every show I be layin in your dressing room
Next to the Henney Rock two times .20
I'm a cold assed that keep shit plenty hot
My bubble goose is stocked double truth
For you old-assed and you troubled youth
Knowin ; I hate cops and niggaz cop friends
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 or say a Biggie 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, lets 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, y'all 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
Shh