Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It

Hustle Gang,
Hood

I'mma turn it it for the dopeboys in the trap
50 pounds and that in they lap
I'mma turn it for the bad hoes, aye holla you see me
You I got this raw when you need it
turn it for the pay roll, I need it in my pocket
Boy, what you then I can get it if I ain't got it
I'mma turn it for these suckers,
I know you be shit without me
I can keep you bitches bout me
I'mma it for the

Hustle Gang, nigga, manda (tory)
be trappin' out the 'bando
King pull strings a Banjo (pull it)
Get a killed for a band, yo
Pay to be done in the streets, I done it
Swear to God from the to the East side I run it
You betta watch how you talkin' to me now,
I'm a Bankhead nigga, but the East for me
You violate you see me, get a demonstration in 3D
My hit different states
And that ten piece is hot wings, nigga
Keep it real, you not me,
If it for jail would have shot E, nigga
If they disrespectin' on top we âem
I'mma watch that, duck like dark wing nigga
Still on trap you see me
With my burner tucked in my monster
The money you get grown up
And nigga, you ain't even thinkin' rich, I'm
With a matchin' chain, my
Get and buy everything, like yeah

I'mma turn it it for the dopeboys in the trap
50 and that fire in they lap
I'mma turn it for the bad hoes, aye when you see me
You I got this raw when you need it
I'mma turn it for the pay roll, I need it in my
Boy, what you need then I can get it if I got it
I'mma it for these suckers, mane
I you wouldn't be shit without me
I can keep you bitches dreamin' me
turn it for the

Never I be the one
Who ever go broke or carry a gun
me for no joke, nigga, I'm not the one
Fuck that shit you done, we riding till dawn
Run up to him and do him, make sure that he
New AK a scope in case he may run
I bet he not far, on top of my car
If I got my tripod I won't have to try to kill him
Yo betta pay me or you out through dealin'
niggas whippin' with you and the broad you drillin'
When it come to bankroll we the Molo
Okay, I got something for you,
I'mma cap me a (I'm so ratchet)
Get the out my face (I'm so ratchet)
Got bad in mad cities
We hit the and throw 40 at it
I on gold, nigga, know me
I green light a nigga slit lowkey
My attitude does with some goatee
I do a drive-by to Doe B
My nob bro, no
I'm up there, there, I rolled it for him
From the of Mona to the coast of Ole
Betta know

I'mma it it for the dopeboys ridin' in the trap
50 pounds and fire in they lap
I'mma it for the bad hoes, aye holla when you see me
You know I got this raw you need it
turn it for the pay roll, I need it in my pocket
Boy, you need then I can get it if I ain't got it
turn it for these suckers, mane
I know you be shit without me
I can keep you dreamin' bout me
turn it for the