Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up

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

Tired of running eye,
get outta sight for your eye
Gotta be down 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 desert
Keep it all old school a regal
times, let it bend
Bitches on the watching as that dick gets pinned
Hit the switch, ride slow, drop it til it's parking
doing gangsta thangs, fuck you and that sitch you claim
All your bitches really lame, shit never walking shit
clip, had no grip, rep my hood and never quit

Oh my goodness, all goodness,
East side, brain left no order
5, 8 deep is triple
Wanna see 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 that's your
I'm unplugged and I might bleed, just
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 here to it up. up. up
it up. up. up

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

I know sound is amazing
I chase 'em quiet like Jason devouring
their faces with rusty knives and razors
Embracing my craziness, gone when I'm faded
This look good for you haters
who wanna start spar the fuckin' greatest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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