Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Up The Mic

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

[Verse 1:
I'm Nasty but bitches, handcuff snitches
they nuts to pit bulls and plan more business
Got sluts on leashes on all fours
Have 'em eatin from dog pettin' they heads
they 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
with dykes that wear patent leather with spikes
My cheddar is right, beach playin it low
St. rent a house and a boat
Two hundred on my throat
That's only half of my wife ice cost
Phonecall, hearin another boss got his life
Well, sand off of my toes
a book called "Catcher in the rye", I chose
Some Bob Marley I plotted a scheme
To make me and Bump Knux rich
I got me a team, he got 'em a team
He to buy G-force with missile launchers
Tired of walkin' around with beef, with that on us
C-4's better I'm callin up some killers
To come and you
As sure as the in the sky you'll surely die
You washed up, fuck your
Your money ain't as long as mine you dumb and you
Who you tryin to squeeze all this fuck Alzheimer's disease
We the new breed,

[Chorus: Nas (& Foxxx)]
up the mics,
Uh holler at somebody
out the lights,
Bump Knux, God's Son get it right
up the mics
(Aha yeah the motherfuckers up)
out the lights
(That's ya'll know why, I tell you why)
Suicide

2: Bumpy Knuckles]
It's Bump I'm 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 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 heat
I'm the beef I put it in your rider
That means that every show I be layin in your room
to the Henney Rock two times .20 cocked
I'm a cold assed that keep shit plenty hot
My bubble goose is stocked with truth
For you old-assed gangsters and you troubled
Knowin ; I hate cops and niggaz with cop
And still by in the hood they drop ends
With little on 'em scratched by the eye
You hand me a twenty, you must die
Nigga, I won't a Pac record or say a Biggie verse
And I you without smokin 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, whut
Turn up the mics, y'all bitch ass 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, bitch ass niggaz is Swayze
Shh