Luyện nghe bài hát Wuz Up Wuz Up

(*talking*)
Uh ha-ha,
Big Tuck, Chamillionaire hey go

- 2x]
Haters we ain't of them, in the club we punish them
Promise we don't play with them, that thang and aim at them
Real throw your knuckles up, throw your cities up
Niggaz hating rough 'em up, throw it up

Chamillionaire till you see it, hey (don't the K)
Niggaz getting in the way, hey forget the K
I don't need to the K, I'm ready to knuckle up
Drop a beat down on him, like I'm Skillz and the
(got skills I don't play), hit him with the knuckle game
And then Rasaq, gonna hit him another swang
The whole click, gonna hit him with (bang)
Feeling dizzy, he can't remember his name
(let me wake you up), let me refresh memory
I can be your worst friend, or your enemy
Please him what he's guilty of ref, (a penalty)
Get hit so hard, you would think ten of me
(but what's the deal), my hol' up
We fin to po' up, cold cup
Is you to sell, (my nigga sho' nuff)
D-Town to H-Town, got it (sowed up)
Go on up your hood, and I'ma know you real
show him your slug, (nigga show him your grill)
Them niggaz ain't for trouble, over here
And I'm not Big Tuck, but so I'm so (for real)
If you kill, but you know you trill
And you see the laws up, but you blowing still
(And they see pinky ring), when you hold your wheel
Roll the up on em, and go g'yeah-g'yeah

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[Big
This what we gotta do, dismantle you and your whole promise you
Stirring up beef like stew bitch nigga you, what you going through
You'd think you in a zoo, how these bats and gorillas you
Stinking like jelly do, why whip one whip two
And I'ma hocus and beat you like Peru, we don't need clues where is my
Abric pants, matching my shoes
You niggaz know, that not here to lose
I'm finna send my tips, trying to bruise
Whoa to the island of youth, fuck it choke him till he blue
Subtract two Cardier for your crew, doctors have to do

Fuck it throw your cups up, you got money throw your up
We done doors, we get them hoes up
them bitches, throw your skirts up
Niggaz shine like a laser show, still money from two days ago
Bar get very violent mo', what kinda tracks everybody know

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I don't mean, to
I'ma pass it to the Tuck, we gon po' cup
We gon get a lot of hoes, we gon 'em in the truck
'em to the hotel, like what's up-what's up
Trying to deal with it, you gon no luck
My patience get low, my grands go up
No money up front, you gon no us
We gon burn off the lot, man hol' up
Cause I'm not a lame, I got the
I start the swangs, hop out the
If you the thang, you better pop the thang
Or I'll your brain, up out your frame
Ain't real, them ain't true
a fork in him, cause that boy there through
Don't worry that boy, if that boy ain't you
He a of the past, what that boy name

Tuck]
Fuck it, po' it up
Said up, let me see what click you in
You a bad bitch, let me see skin
Pass then, pass
Keep it popping, till the sun
Then find us a hotel, to up in
suite, room 20-10
Come on in, I see you your friend

Them boys, do it big as us
Them boys, ain't even as us
But them boys over there, us
So all my real niggaz, knuckle up
None of niggaz, as true as us
Ain't nothing, can do do us
What y'all niggaz wanna do, up
They ain't ready, for and Tuck

it is (what's up, what's up)
What it is (what's up, up)
it is (what's up, what's up)
Who you (Koopa, Big Tuck)
You know it (what's up, what's up)
What it is (what's up, up)
it is (what's up, what's up)
Who you (Koopa, Big Tuck)
You know it, g'yeah-g'yeah

(*talking*)
G'yeah G'yeah, and Big Tuck
Y'all boys gon have to get your right mayn
Ready to knuckle up and tussle
You already know it, Color Click