Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Up The Mic

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

[Verse 1:
I'm Nasty but fuck bitches, snitches
Feed they nuts to pit bulls and more business
Got on leashes walkin on all fours
Have 'em eatin dog bowls pettin' they heads
Cause they love playin that they sexy in bed
Smokin bud' I'm outta wish death on the feds
Cup with Grey Goose watchin snuff films
Laughin dykes that wear patent leather with spikes
My cheddar is right, Miami playin it low
St. Barts a house and a boat
Two thou' on my throat
That's only of what my wife ice cost
Phonecall, hearin boss got his life lost
Well, sand off of my toes
Read a called "Catcher in the rye", I chose
Bob Marley then I plotted a scheme
To make me and Bump more rich
Then I got me a team, he got 'em a
He to buy G-force with missile launchers
Tired of walkin' around with beef, with 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 up, fuck your people
Your ain't as long as mine you dumb and you foul
Who you to squeeze 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 motherfucker
Turn up the
(Aha yeah turn the up)
out the lights
(That's right ya'll why, I tell you why)
Suicide

[Verse 2: Knuckles]
It's I'm rowdy I'm wild
I'm crazy I'm sick I talk
Name brand all on my dick
I don't trip I meet bitches in this game got pretty famous names
All projects' pussy, nigga, all the same
We gangsters, we it hardcore keep it street
Keepin guns and microphones, be heat
I'm the unsquashable beef I put it in your
That that every show I be layin in your dressing room
Next to the Henney Rock two .20 cocked
I'm a cold nigga that keep shit plenty hot
My goose is stocked with double truth
For you old-assed gangsters and you youth
Knowin ; I hate cops and niggaz cop friends
And still by weight in the hood they ends
With little on 'em scratched by the eye
You hand me a twenty, you wanna die
Nigga, I won't a Pac record or say a Biggie verse
And I shoot you without smokin a Ziggy first
Son we hot in here
Bravehearts we hot in here, they got to fear!

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