Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

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

of running bulls eye,
gotta get sight for your eye
Gotta be 'fore we die, we die
I came here to turn it up. up. up
it up. up. up

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

Oh my goodness, all goodness,
East side, left brain no order
5, 8 deep is triple
see somebody get wet, somebody get snapped
But go away, i say but go away
Very that's where it stays
Bitch I you never play

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

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

Yeah, yeah,
Fire-breathing, dropping diarrhea
I let it spray, eating through your speakers
My is to devastate
Fever when I'm reaching for that heater you levitate
Reaper with the cleaver, smoking reefer I meditate
And when I is a sickness, got ya'll addicted to wicked shit
Leave your with no witnesses
power ridiculous
Skip the vowel for
Just hours of fitness
Screaming louder than
but taking of that fisting

I know sound is amazing
I chase 'em quiet like Jason devouring
their faces with rusty knives and razors
my craziness, crazy gone when I'm faded
This can't good for you haters
who wanna start spar the fuckin' greatest

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

of running bulls eye,
gotta get sight for your eye
be down 'fore we die, we die
I just came 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 into
You run luck

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

There ain't no fuckin' thing, that you try to do
one mother fucker wanna talk that shit
don't mean that anybody wanna to you (ooh)
Like ooh, damn, turn it up
That stuff I got me feeling a little sick
I'm at the flick, to head up neck
Fuck up your job so you quit
to the partner, becoming a screen
What you and me?
Know I mean?
believe that you could do anything
Could that be your wet fucking dream
the heat, bringing the heat
Don't give a
I be the, I be the
Dub,
it way the fuck up

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

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