Luyện nghe bài hát Zip Em Up

[Verse 1:

Yeah (boom boom)
Yeah (I set..)
Yeah (boom boom), Yeah
Huh, I'm screaming from the underground
Get up under your 'til I push the blood around
I'm at your momma crib pushin your son around
If the was mine I'd be pushin the sun around
Gold dust in this chain, let it
It look bright in the when I let it sprinkle
is not rap money, thats why its crooked and wrinkled
Cause I was pushin my instead of pushin my single
This is raw, so at me if you need it cheaper
I crack, holla at me if you need a feature
This that sizzurp, nigga who a leader
My car foreign, my engine need a
The nickel trigger need a fever (hot..)
The refer I deliver need a speaker
Loud, hot copper, top
I punch niggas in snort locker (wadup?!..)

[Hook:
We in this
We in it
We out out
We in the
boys hunt
They in the
That red dot on head, that ain't good, zip em up
Put em on ass now, zip em up
em with Tabasco, zip em up
Bring toe tag, zip em up
another body bag, zip em up
Bag em, I zip em up (x4)

[Verse 2: P]
Grafh
I'll zip em up..
Body bag, DOA ADHD nigga letting the heater
Coo coo, no
The four pound then the Glock'll make the show
Put a in your bitch like Botox
Before you get robbed, get gun butted and throat
Wolves
Alpha male rep for the G niggas and out of jail
[?] on ..and .. [?] on
Pin jeans when niggas had their Levis on
bag, toe tag
Mirk em and forget about em, end of the bag
I'll rip em up, knock em out, em up
I'll em up, clip em up, hit em up
bag, niggas better zip em up
Ghost put em down, bet you pick em up

Grafh]

[Verse 3: Loaded
lines that'll pleasant doctors
The shots I throw hot as Russian
Its hard to withhold they cold and stuffed in lockers
My art gothics in the age of logic
Getting these high as white chicks scary flick octaves
I'm fine vintage, the life is just with us
Mind wicked, a few thoughts will a nigga wit nine endings
My kind off with the loss of John Lennon
When human didn't recognize the reflection was God's image
Life vengeance for vengeance, get your hinges in shin
Then go up top to the
Thats how we get it in, your doors rushed
Another screw ball's clutched in my vice
And the wrong to get your life stripped
Sit tight, listen to dawg on it God on it
This split whatever fall on it, I'm for-warning
This how killers hunt, my draft out, you witness Lux
Might call to zip you up!

Grafh]