Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

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 hear it it up, up, up

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

Hypnotize,
Haters see telephone wires
Stay focused I bet a 50 cannibal on that eagle
Keep it all old school like a
Often times, let it
Bitches on the sidewalk watching as that dick pinned
Hit the switch, ride slow, it til it's parking flames
Gangstas doing gangsta thangs, fuck you and that sitch you
All your bitches lame, talking shit never walking shit
Lonely clip, had no grip, rep my and never 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
Very deep that's where it
Bitch I you never play

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 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

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

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

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

of running bulls eye,
gotta get outta sight for eye
Gotta be down we die, we die
I just came here to 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 luck
run into
You run into

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

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

I know 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

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