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

[Hook:
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 another bag, zip em up
Bag em, I zip em up (x4)

[Verse 2: P]
Wadup
I'll zip em up..
bag, DOA ADHD nigga letting the heater spray
Coo coo, no
The pound then the Glock'll make the show stop
Put a bullet in your bitch like
Before you get robbed, get gun butted and chopped
Wolves
Alpha male rep for the G niggas and out of jail
[?] on ..and .. [?] on
King Pin jeans when had their Levis on
bag, toe tag
Mirk em and forget em, end of the smoke bag
rip em up, knock 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

Grafh]

[Verse 3: Loaded
Vital lines that'll pleasant
The shots I hot as Russian vodkas
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 dying with us
Mind wicked, a few thoughts will kill a nigga wit nine
My kind ended off with the loss of John
human minds didn't recognize the reflection was God's image
Life vengeance for vengeance, get your hinges in shin
go up top to the chin
Thats how we get it in, when your doors
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
knife split whatever 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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