Luyện nghe bài hát WakeDaFucUp

[Hook: Fingaz]
Niggas sleeping better
This weed habit, drink the up!
murder, you get ate the fuck up!
Your whole crew, we break the fuck up!

1: Fredro Starr]
Who better than us? The fuck will the East coast up
Aaah shit, the fucking woke up
out of the deep sleep, niggas is boring
Fucking all these beast, the beast was snoring
Now the is hungry, stomach is growling
Nigga ribs is touching now they stuck in the
Motherfuckers is smiling but nobody
'Cause where I'm from, motherfucking be wilding
And the wolves be
Minds be rolling, cars be
coming out the gutter, like fucking we bowling
The shit I'm holding
Niggas talk shit, put the fifth to colon

Niggas sleeping, better
This habit, drink the fuck up!
murder, you get ate the fuck up!
Your whole crew, we will the fuck up!

[Verse 2: Sticky
Aaaah shit, you done up the monster
I rappers, no wonder
It's obvious, y'all got too comfortable
And all these rappers nowadays is
You like a bitch
Lala you and dancing, you bitch!
You need to loosen up your clothes
And leave the dancing to them nigga
Hip Hop out on the block
I asleep at the wheel, the shit crashed into Pop
When I speak, the hood got the ears up,
And I'ma leave my mark and you gotta get hit the Onyx
Nigga you know, you know, nigga you know
Am I Hip Hop need a face lift
And what face than the mad face to get?

[Verse 3: Vicious]
Blades and nunchucks, brazing gun
When I'm done they can rake their up (motherfucker)
This heat turns your to slush pop
to Hell, this is Satan's bus stop
Got a hot bitch up
Take the drugs, love, you get raped and butt
I speed then I WakeDaFucUp
of off topic but hey
I'm somewhat crazed and off Jamaican rum shots
(White noise) boy's cables cut off
Angels dust drops, how taste?
D.O.D. mad face, closed

4: Jay Reaper]
Niggas got no taste, but when I'm looking that fuckers in
We hard body karate, Killuminati
I'm Picasso, an apostle, Hip Hop
Y'all pop so I'm popping a shot in your liver
Try and copy I got and I'll copy your chopper
Niggas claiming heartless, we'll put 2 in yo mama
Brains leaking and your leave you looking like pasta
Ain't speaking cause you dead on the floor, an imposter,
See I'm with this sport, lesson, I'm core
Repping the Onyx, niggas back with the force
We back in this war, we back in, of
So all y'all niggas, get yo' ass to the store

Keep sleeping, beds is (x3)
Keep sleeping, keep
Keep sleeping, beds is (x3)
Keep sleeping, sleeping