Luyện nghe bài hát Zip Em Up

[Verse 1:

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

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We in thang
We in it
We out out
We in the
boys hunt
They in the
That red dot on your head, that good, zip em up
Put em on ass now, zip em up
Feel em Tabasco, zip em up
another toe tag, zip em up
Bring body bag, zip em up
Bag em, I zip em up (x4)

[Verse 2: P]
Grafh
zip em up.. Ghost
Body bag, DOA ADHD nigga letting the heater
Coo coo, no
The four then the Glock'll make the show stop
Put a bullet in your like Botox
Before you get robbed, get gun and throat chopped
here
Alpha male rep for the G inside and out of jail
[?] on ..and .. [?] on
King Pin jeans niggas had their Levis on
bag, toe tag
Mirk em and forget about em, end of the bag
I'll rip em up, em out, pick 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

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[Verse 3: Loaded
Vital lines that'll pleasant
The shots I throw hot as vodkas
Its hard to withhold they came cold and stuffed in
My art in the age of forgotten logic
Getting these high as white chicks scary flick octaves
I'm fine vintage, the life is just dying us
wicked, a few thoughts will kill a nigga wit nine endings
My kind ended off with the loss of John
When minds didn't recognize the reflection was God's image
Life vengeance for vengeance, get your hinges kicked in
go up top to the chin
Thats how we get it in, when doors rushed
Another screw clutched in my vice grip
And the wrong turn to get your stripped
Sit tight, to dawg on it with God on it
This knife split fall on it, I'm for-warning
This how killers hunt, my style's draft out, you Lux
Might K-Shine to zip you up!

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