Luyện nghe bài hát Wuz Up Wuz Up

(*talking*)
Uh ha-ha,
Big Tuck, hey let's go

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

Chamillionaire you see it, hey (don't forget the K)
Niggaz getting in the way, hey forget the K
I don't need to bring the K, I'm to knuckle up
Drop a beat down on him, like I'm Skillz and the
(got skills I don't play), I'ma hit him the knuckle game
And then Rasaq, hit him with another swang
The click, gonna hit him with another (bang)
dizzy, he can't remember his mother's name
(let me wake you up), let me refresh memory
I can be your friend, or your bestest enemy
Please tell him what guilty of ref, (a penalty)
Get hit so hard, you would think ten of me
(but the deal), my nigga hol' up
We fin to po' up, another cup
Is you to sell, (my nigga sho' nuff)
Cause to H-Town, got it (sowed up)
Go on throw up your hood, and know you real
Nigga 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 blowing kill, but you know you
And you see the laws pull up, but you blowing
(And see your pinky ring), when you hold your wheel
the window up on em, and go g'yeah-g'yeah

- 2x]

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

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

- 2x]

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 load 'em in the
Take 'em to the hotel, like what's up
Trying to deal it, you gon have no luck
My get low, when my grands go up
No up front, you gon have no us
We gon burn off the lot, man hol' up
I'm not a lame, I got the game
I the swangs, hop out the lane
If you cock the thang, you pop the thang
Or I'll knock your brain, up out your
Ain't real, boys ain't true
Stick a fork in him, cause that boy there
Don't worry bout boy, if that boy ain't you
He a thing of the past, what that boy

[Big
it, po' it up then
Said what's up, let me see what you in
You a bad bitch, let me see some
then, pass then
Keep it popping, the sun begin
find us a hotel, to check up in
Ja'causezi suite, room
on in, I see you brought 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, let's up
of them niggaz, as true as us
Ain't nothing, can do do us
What y'all niggaz wanna do, up
ain't ready, for Chamillionaire and Tuck

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

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