Luyện nghe bài hát Pounds Up

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[ Fame ]
Why y'all niggas is sis' to fuck with Fame
I analyze the streets, real game
I'll on you as you pass on through
Catch you right you stand put your ass on you
I niggas with that blue steel that you rip
And the rush that you from the nigga that you hit, now
How many niggas wanna with me, collide with me
Be accesoires to homicide with me [ Family! ]
Who I hang with, with, spit flames with
The hand full of niggas I came with
I tripping, I know you got a hell of a plan
For the man if you caught me slipping
You stop me, won't you, pop me, won't you
But you know whoop ya motherfucking ass bitch, don't you
My family strong, your mams need so stop breathing'
you cats and you ass get deleted

[ ] [ 2x ]
Look, nobody stoppin' this here
You'll see it, it's on and poppin' year
Mound up (Mound up!) up! (Pounds up!)
We build this foundation, from the ground up

[ Danze ]
Stand up faggot, let you have it where you post at
(William Berckowicz!) Back with my golden and Womack
(BLAOW!) Nigga hold that, Juliani can't control
(We buss outta on Magnum triggers) He know that
With the cats that blaze DAT's on the boulevard
We remain strapped, then came back, doin' it
So send your soldiers and I will send everyone of 'em back
with holes they' hat, falls of through they' back
Damn with it motherfucker (BK!) All day real it motherfucker
I'm not your average, I'm from a block they trap cops
And made 'em holler
the commander, Danze, hands, down
You need to know who you fucking now
Now kill-a-kill again, with an unusual to win
An unusual will to sin, stop fucking me

[ ] [ 2x ]

[ Fame ]
It's an every day thing in a day game
day every day, motherfucker bang (BANG!)
It's the streets in me, and me, I'm staying to this shit
music to my ears, I'm immune to this shit
I'm suffering, from a disease called 'Leave me the alone'
In this full (blown), bitch,
M.O.P., for the ruckus
and we murder-murder-ma-murder-murder you

[ Billy ]
Allow me the way out, out, pull my gun out,
Run out in the middle of a light (Bum, bum bum)
Ah, you go, bastard, murder international, custom main caskets
Now any of you cocksuckers turn to me
The way this is going is concerning me
Whatever happened to the old
we all blaze, we all criminal ways

[ ] [ 2x ]

Nigga!
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Nigga!