Luyện nghe bài hát Up on Things

Walk with me west

It's the coast to G on the check in
Yeah ride ride

If you ain't up on
Fabulous is the name, fam's the game
Screamin' seven one eight while hammers bang
bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca

Kick game like I know a bit of socca
Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of
Give them names and a little bit of vodka
Then I'm game change a freaky girl

You know who got the gold like the kid the last dragon
You who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'
You know who got the that'll have your ass gaggin'
You know who got the boat have the task naggin'

But I fuck bitches and get
My switches, you gotta duck bitches
When you get twenties and switches
That make you sit funny, I'm a

If you up on things
(Don't close to me)
(Unless you like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on
(Don't close to me)
(Unless you pimpin' you supposed to be)
If you up on things
(Don't come to me)
(Unless you like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on
(Don't close to me)
(Unless you gangsta you supposed to be)

C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s
If I freeze up, its now
Pick trees up its three four
Fill the bees up til these bro's
I a few G's up and flea those towns
Busta's freeze up my V slow down
I ease up with four pounds
up to three four rounds
I pick up its G code now
Y'all better the D's up before I reload now

I'm the boss somethin' Springsteen
I got somethin' bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans
I make sure the keep somethin' to sling the fiends
White, yellow, and a little somethin' bling green

We to blast if we going I been doing
This since Jabber was off the glass in the forum
Your grandparents has to
'Cuz the face look a magnifying glass on the poem
(Oh boy!)

If you ain't up on
(Don't come to me)
(Unless you ride like you to be)
If you ain't up on
(Don't close to me)
(Unless you pimpin' like you to be)

So my niggas, they get
Throw your motherfucking in the air
And if you up on things and you don't a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh
And all my bitches, they get
Throw your hand in the air
And if you up on things and you give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches "Oh yeah"

It's the kid with the D O G
blowing three four dubs of trees
My eyes are double G's
After pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me
We'll go below publically
I'm a to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly
For those who to closely backup
a piece in the vest, that's how we ride
From the north to the to the east to the west

So my niggas, they get
Throw your motherfucking in the air
And if you up on and you don't give a fuck
Let me y'all niggas scream "Oh yeah"

All my bitches, get money
Throw your hands in the air
And if you up on and you don't give a fuck
Let me y'all bitches scream "Oh yeah oh yeah"