Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

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

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

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

Oh my goodness, all goodness,
East side, left left no order
5, 8 deep is triple
see somebody get wet, somebody get snapped
But go away, didn't i say but go
deep 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,
I just can't hear it turn it up, up, up

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

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

I know this sound is
I chase 'em quiet like Jason before
their faces with rusty knives and dirty
Embracing my craziness, crazy gone when I'm
This can't look for you haters
who wanna start with 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 can't hear it turn it up, up, up

Tired of bulls eye,
gotta get outta for your eye
Gotta be 'fore we die, we die
I came 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 with me and you run into luck
run luck
You run into

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

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

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

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