Luyện nghe bài hát Tear It Up

Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Blast in this muthafucka...
Money...Power...

1]

You all know!
tell my fans the wait is over!
Gang, bitch we takin' over! (Bawo)
Lil Dre, a.k.a Soulja...so much in my pockets, bitch I thought I told ya! (Blast!)
Now Blast Gang in Beast mode. (Beast mode)
Right pocket's on C-Notes (C-Notes)...Got it lock the West to the East coast. (Bawo)
Swisher sweet in the kush how we smoke. (Bawo)
I hit the mall, spent a G today (spent a G today)...cashed out like need the cake (i'ne need the cake)...
talkin like Beezy fake (beezy fake?)...tryna count my pockets like "what Beezy ate". (what Beezy ate?)
Its not a question if i'm strapped mayne (if i'm strapped mayne)...fifteen I dove in the rap game (rap game).
Two straps cocked back Max Payne...Niggas askin whats the word, bitch its Blast Gang!

Gone Tear It Up, boy gone tear it up! yeah Boy gone tear it up! [x2]
Bitch we gone it up.
Yea boy we gone tear it up, boy we gone tear it up.
Yea we gone tear it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up! boy we gone tear it up!

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My snap back on some custom shit (Custom shit)...These other niggas on some shit! (on some busta shit)
I swear, a broke make me sick (make me sick)...Thats a why a nigga so arrogant.
And they couldn't find a residence (residence)...got a young nigga feelin the president (i'm walkin).
Every I drop them niggas copy me (copy me)...I swear to God them niggas watchin me (watchin me).
I ain't a door so why they knockin me? (why they me?)
On thing I love, ain't no stoppin me. (Ain' no stoppin me)
Yeah, Gang gettin paid still (paid still)...I might chill, blow a L with young L...
4-G I done spent like one (Bawo!)...
My record spent bout ten mill (Cash!)...
when the smoke the young nigga still here (Swag!)...
Gang in ya damn ear!

Gone Tear It Up, yeah boy tear it up! yeah Boy gone tear it up! [x2]
Bitch we tear it up.
Yea boy we gone tear it up, yeah boy we gone it up.
Yea we gone tear it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up! boy we gone tear it up!

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I hear him talkin, Boy; a young flashy nigga. (Flashy)
But keep ya mouth closed if ya talkin (talkin digits),
Multiple Bitch, just to match my fitteds (match my fitteds)...
And Blast still blastin niggas! (still blastin niggas)
thats how fast the new Audi go (Audi go).
Wear them diamonds like Mario (like Mario)...
Homey, bitch chose want the hoe (i'ne want the hoe). The world is mine, bitch I want this hoe (want this hoe).
Haters access get denied...on the red carpet, no quote (soulja).
All rappers make me laugh, lookin' hell-a tired (hell-a tired).
this mornin' I got hell-a fried (hell-a fried).
Said a prayer, then I got to the dolla signs (Dolla signs)....
I got toughts in my mind (in my mind).
Like 40 that I can't touch (can't touch)...Any place, any time, nigga an what.

Gone Tear It Up, yeah boy gone tear it up! yeah Boy gone it up! [x2]
Bitch we gone it up.
Yea boy we gone tear it up, yeah boy we tear it up.
Yea we tear it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up! yeah boy we gone tear it up!