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 ride on these niggaz my nigga, huh
Turn up the mics, yeah, lets get crazy, nigga,
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 more business
Got sluts on leashes walkin on all
Have 'em eatin from dog 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 with dykes that wear patent with spikes
My cheddar is right, beach playin it low
St. Barts rent a and a boat
Two thou' on my throat
That's only half of what my ice cost
Phonecall, hearin another boss got his lost
Well, sand 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 with launchers
Tired of walkin' around with beef, with pistols on us
C-4's better I'm up some b-more killers
To come and you
As as the sun's in the sky you'll surely die
You washed up, fuck people
Your money ain't as long as you dumb and you foul
Who you tryin to squeeze all this fuck with 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 right
up the mics
(Aha turn the motherfuckers up)
Turn out the
(That's right know why, I tell you why)
Suicide

[Verse 2: Knuckles]
Bump I'm rowdy I'm wild
I'm crazy I'm sick I talk
brand bitches all on my dick
I trip I meet bitches in this game that got pretty famous names
All that projects' pussy, nigga, all the
We gangsters, we keepin it hardcore it street
Keepin guns and microphones, be keepin
I'm the unsquashable beef I put it in your
That means that every show I be in your dressing room
Next to the Henney Rock two times .20
I'm a cold nigga that keep shit plenty hot
My bubble is stocked with double truth
For you old-assed gangsters and you youth
Knowin ; I hate cops and with cop friends
And still by weight in the hood they ends
little marks on 'em scratched by the eye
You me a twenty, you must wanna die
Nigga, I won't a Pac record or say a Biggie verse
And I shoot you without smokin a Marley 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 is Swayze
it out
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 lets get crazy, nigga
Turn up the mics, y'all bitch ass is Swayze
Shh