Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess your dream
I'm unplugged and I might bleed, just
Sometimes I just hear it turn it up, up, up

Tired of bulls eye,
get outta sight for your eye
Gotta be 'fore we die, we die
I just here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up

Hypnotize,
Haters see telephone wires
Stay focused I bet a 50 cannibal on that desert
it all old school like a regal
Often times, let it
Bitches on the watching as that dick gets pinned
Hit the switch, ride slow, drop it til it's parking
Gangstas gangsta thangs, fuck you and that sitch you claim
All your bitches really lame, talking never walking shit
Lonely clip, had no grip, rep my and never quit

Oh my goodness, all goodness,
East side, left brain no order
5, 8 is triple threat
Wanna see somebody get wet, somebody get
But go away, didn't i say but go
Very that's where it stays
Bitch I told you never

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess your dream
'cause I'm unplugged and I might bleed,
Sometimes I just hear it turn it up, up, up

Tired of running eye,
gotta get outta sight for eye
be down 'fore we die, we die
I just came here to it up. up. up
it up. up. up

Yeah, yeah,
Fire-breathing, ether diarrhea
when I let it spray, through your speakers
My procedure is to
Fever when I'm for that heater make you levitate
Reaper with the cleaver, smoking reefer when I
And when I kick is a sickness, got addicted to wicked shit
Leave your with no witnesses
power ridiculous
Skip the vowel for
like hours of fitness
Screaming than bitches
but taking part of that

I this sound is amazing
I chase 'em quiet like before devouring
their faces rusty knives and dirty razors
Embracing my craziness, crazy gone when I'm
This can't look good for you
who wanna spar with the fuckin' greatest

I know more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that's dream
I'm unplugged and I might bleed, just
Sometimes I just can't it turn it up, up, up

Tired of running eye,
gotta get outta sight for eye
be down 'fore we die, we die
I just here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up

This shit is banging, I'm it up
it up
I'm it up

You fucking with me and you run into
run luck
You run into

I got neck and I'm making the cut
Filling the cup with that fuckin' blood
Sipping it like Yves Saint Laurent
No giving when taking a chug and i'm done

There ain't no fuckin' thing, you gon' try to do
Cause one mother fucker wanna talk shit
mean that anybody wanna listen to you (ooh)
Like ooh, damn, it up quick
That stuff I drank got me feeling a sick
I'm at the flick, to up your neck
up your job so you gotta quit
Speak to the partner, a screen
about you and me?
Know what I
Don't believe that you could do
Could that be making your wet fucking
Bringing the heat, bringing the
Don't give a
I be the, I be the
Dub,
it way the fuck up

I more like a bag of green, nigga I guess that's your dream
'cause I'm unplugged and I bleed, just
Sometimes I just can't it turn it up, up, up

Tired of bulls eye,
gotta get outta sight for eye
Gotta be down we die, we die
I came here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up