Luyện nghe bài hát Time's Up

Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual bars
Mother of delivery, voice of God
And, hard just being the boss
Being I can't go to cause them years'll cost me
Don't get me wrong, lay a down if he force me
Rather just sit and roll a dutch
Think how I'ma put the game in the clutch
Think about how get the 'caine over Customs
Never underestimate niggas, or over them
yeah M's is right in my face
I just gotta my Timbs on and tighten my lace
If it don't jam, the Tech will
I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray
Cause I'm a that hate to settle
I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't escape the
Moved away and still can't the ghetto, what

The to talk is up
So bring the heat, that is over
While you running your mouth I'm up over your shoulder
A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, I can get my hands on
Call my bluff, acting up, and I'll leave you underground

I know how to get my off me
can cry and die from high blood pressure cause tears are salty
It's a symptom if you your head
Know that sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip
When I get it, you already know I'm them bricks
Putting purple everywhere, daddy, I'm them nicks
right, homey, you can't move me
I going nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies
All you shooting is the breeze, a uzi
I'm just waiting on a que like Suzie, lose me
These penitentiary that I take
Should be to get the mansion by the lake
But I invest my bread into something
Into something else that'll make melt
You just gotta the kid
if not rap for the of how real he is, whatever

The to talk is up
So the heat, that time is over
While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over shoulder
A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my on
Call my bluff, start acting up, and leave you underground

Hey yo, niggas know the is in here
He took it from to rap, now he put out two anthems a year
And I just want to for a century
Then the book with the documentary
If you, can't do nothing other than
Life's a bitch like the mother "Blow", let's go
Don't make me put your heart in lap
Fuck riding the beat, nigga, I park on the track
Hop out crispy, fresh and new
In the six, but a BM, and it's Pepsi blue
And, I don't you.
But I know a man a man from all the shit that he go through
Y'all fucking with Jason
After I cash in, really no justification
Of how I'm gonna change the game, so get outta line
Cause this little nine change your frame, what up

The to talk is up
So bring the heat, time is over
While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your
A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my on
my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground