Luyện nghe bài hát Zip Em Up

[Verse 1:

Yeah (boom boom)
(I wanna set..)
Yeah (boom boom boom),
Huh, I'm live from the underground
Get up under your skin I push the blood around
I'm at your baby momma crib your son around
If the world was mine I'd be pushin the sun
dust in this chain, let it twinkle
It look in the light when I let it sprinkle
This is not rap money, thats why its crooked and
Cause I was my work 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 need a
My car foreign, my engine a visa
The nickel millimeter need a fever (hot..)
The refer that I deliver a speaker
Loud, hot copper, top
I punch niggas in their locker (wadup?!..)

[Hook:
We in this
We in it
We out out
We in the
boys hunt
They in the
That red dot on your head, 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]
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 niggas had 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

[Hook:

[Verse 3: Loaded
Vital lines that'll doctors
The shots I hot as Russian vodkas
Its hard to withhold they came cold and stuffed in
My art gothics in the age of logic
Getting these pockets high as white chicks scary octaves
I'm fine vintage, the life is dying with us
Mind wicked, a few thoughts will kill a wit nine endings
My ended off with the loss of John Lennon
When minds didn't recognize the reflection was God's image
Life vengeance for vengeance, get your kicked 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, to dawg on it with God on it
This knife whatever fall on it, I'm for-warning
This how killers hunt, my style's draft out, you Lux
Might call to zip you up!

Grafh]