Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Up The Mic

[Intro:
I fuck with my niggaz, I gotta keep it tight
With my big brother, 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 more
Got sluts on leashes on all fours
Have 'em eatin from dog bowls pettin' they
Cause they love playin that they sexy in bed
Smokin bud' I'm control wish death on the feds
Cup spills Grey Goose watchin snuff films
Laughin dykes that wear patent leather with spikes
My is right, Miami beach playin it low
St. rent a house and a boat
Two thou' on my throat
That's only half of what my wife ice
Phonecall, hearin another got his life lost
Well, wipin' off of my toes
Read a book called "Catcher in the rye", I
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 missile launchers
of walkin' around with beef, with that pistols on us
C-4's better I'm callin up some killers
To come and you
As sure as the sun's in the sky surely die
You up, fuck your people
money 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 holler at real
out the lights,
Bump Knux, God's Son get it motherfucker
up the mics
(Aha yeah turn the up)
out the lights
(That's right ya'll know why, I you why)
suicide

[Verse 2: Bumpy
Bump I'm rowdy I'm wild
I'm crazy I'm sick I slick
Name brand all on my dick
I don't I meet bitches in this game that got pretty famous names
All projects' pussy, nigga, all the same
We gangsters, we keepin it keep it street
Keepin guns and microphones, be keepin
I'm the beef I put it in your rider
That means that every show I be layin in your dressing
Next to the Henney two times .20 cocked
I'm a cold nigga that keep shit plenty hot
My goose is stocked with double truth
For you old-assed and you troubled youth
Knowin ; I hate and niggaz with cop friends
And still by weight in the hood 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 record or say a Biggie
And I shoot you without smokin a Ziggy Marley
Son we hot in here
Bravehearts we hot in here, they got to fear!

Nas]
Turn up the mics, lets get crazy, nigga whut
Turn up the mics, y'all 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
it out
Turn up the mics, yeah get crazy, nigga whut
Turn up the mics, y'all bitch ass niggaz is
Shh