Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Up The Mic

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

[Verse 1:
I'm Nasty but fuck bitches, handcuff
Feed nuts to pit bulls and plan more business
Got on leashes walkin on all fours
Have 'em eatin from dog bowls pettin' they
Cause they love playin that role sexy in bed
Smokin bud' I'm outta control wish death on the
Cup spills with Grey Goose snuff films
Laughin with dykes that wear patent leather spikes
My cheddar is right, Miami beach it low
St. Barts a house and a boat
Two hundred thou' on my
That's only half of my wife ice cost
Phonecall, another boss got his life lost
Well, wipin' sand off of my
a book called "Catcher in the rye", I chose
Some Bob Marley then I plotted a
To make me and Bump Knux rich
I got me a team, he got 'em a team
He tryin to buy with missile launchers
Tired of around with beef, with that pistols on us
better I'm callin up some b-more killers
To come and you
As sure as the sun's in the sky you'll die
You washed up, your people
Your money ain't as long as mine you and you foul
Who you tryin to squeeze all this fuck with disease
We the new breed,

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

[Verse 2: Bumpy
Bump I'm rowdy I'm wild
I'm crazy I'm sick I talk
Name brand all on my dick
I don't I meet bitches in this game that got pretty famous names
All that projects' pussy, nigga, all the
We gangsters, we it hardcore keep it street
Keepin and microphones, be keepin heat
I'm the unsquashable I put it in your rider
That means that every 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 bubble goose is stocked with double
For you old-assed gangsters and you troubled
; I hate cops and niggaz with cop friends
And by weight in the hood they drop ends
With marks on 'em scratched by the eye
You me a twenty, you must wanna die
Nigga, I won't remake a Pac record or say a Biggie
And I shoot you without a Ziggy Marley first
God's Son we hot in
Bravehearts we hot in here, niggaz got to fear!

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