Luyện nghe bài hát Wuz Up Wuz Up

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

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

Chamillionaire you see it, hey (don't forget the K)
getting in the way, hey don't forget the K
I don't need to bring the K, I'm to knuckle up
Drop a down on him, like I'm Skillz and the Play
(got skills I play), I'ma hit him with the knuckle game
And then Rasaq, hit him with another swang
The click, gonna hit him with another (bang)
Feeling dizzy, he can't his mother's name
(let me wake you up), let me refresh your
I can be your worst friend, or your bestest
Please him what he's guilty of ref, (a penalty)
Get hit so hard, you would it's ten of me
(but what's the deal), my hol' up
We fin to po' up, another 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
Nigga show him slug, (nigga show him your grill)
Them niggaz looking for trouble, over here
And I'm not Big Tuck, but so I'm so (for real)
If you blowing kill, but you you trill
And you see the laws up, but you blowing still
(And they see your pinky ring), when you hold your
the window up on em, and go g'yeah-g'yeah

- 2x]

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

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

- 2x]

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

[Big
Fuck it, po' it up
what's up, let me see what click you in
You a bad bitch, let me see some
Pass then, then
Keep it popping, till the sun
Then find us a hotel, to up in
Ja'causezi suite, room
on in, I see you brought your friend

Them boys, do it big as us
boys, ain't even real as us
But them boys over there, us
So all my real niggaz, let's up
of them niggaz, as true as us
Ain't nothing, can do do us
What y'all wanna do, what's up
ain't ready, for Chamillionaire and Tuck

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

(*talking*)
G'yeah G'yeah, Chamillionaire and Big
Y'all boys gon have to get your heart mayn
Ready to knuckle up and nigga
You already know it, Changin' Click