Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Up The Mic

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

[Verse 1:
I'm Nasty but fuck bitches, handcuff
they nuts to pit bulls and plan more business
Got sluts on leashes on all fours
Have 'em eatin dog bowls pettin' they heads
Cause they love playin role they sexy in bed
Smokin bud' I'm outta control wish death on the
Cup spills with Goose watchin snuff films
Laughin with that wear patent leather with spikes
My cheddar is right, Miami beach it low
St. Barts rent a house and a
Two hundred thou' on my
That's only half of what my ice cost
Phonecall, hearin another boss got his 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 Knux more 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
better I'm callin up some b-more killers
To come and you
As as the sun's in the sky you'll surely die
You washed up, your people
money ain't as long as mine you dumb and you foul
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
Turn up the
(Aha turn the motherfuckers up)
Turn out the
(That's right ya'll why, I tell you why)
suicide

[Verse 2: Knuckles]
It's Bump I'm I'm wild
I'm crazy I'm sick I slick
brand bitches 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 hardcore it street
Keepin guns and microphones, be heat
I'm the unsquashable beef I put it in rider
That means that every show I be layin in dressing room
to the Henney Rock two times .20 cocked
I'm a cold assed nigga that shit plenty hot
My bubble goose is stocked with truth
For you old-assed gangsters and you youth
Knowin ; I hate cops and with cop friends
And by weight 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 remake a Pac record or say a verse
And I you without smokin a Ziggy Marley first
Son we hot in here
Bravehearts we hot in here, niggaz got to fear!

Nas]
Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy, whut
Turn up the mics, bitch ass niggaz is Swayze
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 niggaz is
Shh