Luyện nghe bài hát Zip Em Up

[Verse 1:

Yeah (boom boom)
(I wanna set..)
Yeah (boom boom), Yeah
Huh, I'm screaming from the underground
Get up your skin 'til I push the blood around
I'm at baby momma 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 when I let it sprinkle
This is not rap money, thats why its crooked and
I was pushin my work instead of pushin my single
This is raw, so holla at me if you need it
I crack, holla at me if you need a feature
This that sizzurp, nigga who need a
My car foreign, my engine need a
The millimeter trigger need a fever (hot..)
The that I deliver need 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
red dot on your 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
Bring another bag, zip em up
Bag em, I zip em up (x4)

[Verse 2: P]
Grafh
zip em up.. Ghost
Body bag, DOA nigga letting the heater spray
Coo coo, no
The four pound then the Glock'll the show stop
Put a in your bitch like Botox
Before you get robbed, get gun butted and throat
here
Alpha rep for the G niggas inside and out of jail
[?] on ..and .. [?] on
King Pin when niggas 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
Body bag, better zip em up
Ghost put em down, bet you pick em up

Grafh]

[Verse 3: Lux]
Vital that'll pleasant doctors
The I throw hot as Russian vodkas
Its hard to withhold came cold and stuffed in lockers
My art in the age of forgotten logic
Getting these pockets high as white scary flick octaves
I'm fine vintage, the life is just dying us
Mind wicked, a few thoughts will kill a 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 kicked in shin
go up top to the chin
Thats how we get it in, your doors rushed
Another screw clutched in my vice grip
And the wrong turn to get your stripped
Sit tight, listen to dawg on it God on it
This knife split whatever on it, I'm for-warning
This how killers hunt, my style's out, you witness Lux
Might call to zip you up!

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