Luyện nghe bài hát Tear It Up

Sick with it, nigga,
9th Ward, should of never me up
Bad nigga, stop
Can't fuck with me, look

pistols at random
When the smoke
I'll be the only standing
I won't leave a
I'm a thug what you don't see the in my eyes

With fire arm, sitting on my side
Been patiently waiting for a victim to step out of the
So I could prove why they label me
I'm sick and psychotic, I got a problem, I'm addicted to
Fuck you say 'cause I ain't wanting for nothing, look here

This for my gangsta ass in the club
Throw up set, if you a mo'fucking thug
You got a thug wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture
We could tear this mo'fucking up

for my niggaz that's still on the grind
Nothing but pussy and money up on mind
You got a thug wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture
We could tear this club up

I'm sick with mine, you could the heat in the flow
You see the crowd start to bucking when I in the do'
I'm real with mine, I ain't the one you should beef with
I keep's my bitch and that ain't the one that I sleep

Am I still a Na, you could keep it
I'm a 9th nigga and that ain't no secret
Want me to cross over, understand, I still lay I'm over
I'm use to capping the hood on my

Ghetto representative, here's nothing colder, here's nothing
I was in the shade, didn't want me to shine
But I done broke the chains and I'm for what's mine
I done ditched the and replaced it with a 9

If I die, I'ma die my own kind
Nigga, I'm from the Crescent, I'm whatever you thought
Make a move and I'm blasting no question

This for my ass niggaz in the club
Throw up set,if you a mo'fucking thug
You got a nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture
We could tear this mo'fucking up

This for my niggaz still on the grind
Nothing but pussy and money up on mind
You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm you get the picture
We tear this mo'fucking club up

This for my niggaz that's still on the
Fuck safety, the mo'fucker cocked
You got a thug wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture
We could tear this club up

And to my niggaz down, Mac-A-Don and C
I can't wait for the day that they tell me you
So your lawyers tell me that your cases are won
I'ma keep the fire burning it's 'spose to be done

Fuck my past, you better keep a eye on my
Bringing the competition these rappers ain't use to
Making the type of that these rappers'll work from
If you think I'm scared, you don't know where I come

I'm use to getting by the lump some
I ain't hard to find, I'm in the 9 if you some
Teflon Don, grip pump
Crazy glued to my palm, better the alarms

This for my ass niggaz in the club
Throw up your set, if you a thug
You got a thug wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture
We could tear mo'fucking club up

This for my niggaz still on the grind
but pussy and money up on your mind
You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm you get the picture
We tear this mo'fucking club up

it up
(Come on, it up, nigga)
it up
(Come on, it up, nigga)

it up
(Come on, it up, nigga)
We could this mo'fucking club up
We could tear mo'fucking club up

here, who gon' keep you rocking like I do?
Who keep you bobbing like I do?
Who gon' keep it real I do?
Ain't gon' do what I do

W-W-What you do?
Ain't nobody gon' do I do
nobody gon' do what I do