Luyện nghe bài hát Step It Up

Yeah, boy Gucci
Got my nigga block in bitch
East Atlanta's
E.C.T South!

Gucci Mane]
Early in the Nigga Imma be up
Imma be up, be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane when time to re-up
It's time to re-up It's time to
7: 30 in the morning, we gon' be up
We be up, we gon' be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane when time to re-up
time to re-up, it's time to re-up;

[Verse 1: Yatta
what it do?
Nigga g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The smells like fish, the fish scale dog
Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber stacks
Spent a? a mill wit watch how fast I get it back
The dope boys me
how to cook
You whip it real hard, cold water, let it
The man bitch!
Sold bricks, rocks
100 thousand dollars, like I shot a cop
The man bitch!
Sold grams, white
Cook the 10 minutes
Fiends me 5 pipes
New nigga's love how I work that turn pipe
Got Micheal yay
Powder 10, but it cook
I don't get nervous when I ride highways
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Mane]
I got the on lock!
Have you ever seen a? million dollars in a Nike box?
I can you how to trap!
100 worth of cap
And I that my phone ain't tapped!
Nigga buy for the of it
a hard top 6 and I sat it on spree's for the hell of it
7 on the dot!
Got cain and its jumping out the pot!
I'm in the so I give it all I got
To a million dollar
I got a rainbow Range same as lean
Wit the matching rims on it, man bitch so clean
Gotta skittle Drop Jag and a fruity
If I drop the top back, bubble kush you gon'
Every flip I cop another
Every trap I cop another
Every play I cop tool
What these nigga's know Gucci Mane?
Notta thang!
I'm icy, something like a bear
When your girl give me better hold her hair
100 Grand in the bag just to make you
wit the man
Gucci Mane

[Verse 3: Gucci
Go our rental cars
Used to hard to Mountain Park;
Now I stand behind the burglar
Say Lil'Breeze smoke ya gars;
I'm the hustler of the
you think of money mention me
I my buddy get it to the key
From to Tennessee
Brick, Pill. And every "P"
Some how it doesn't from me
I'm on T.V gettin
Still got thangs in the intertubes
8 for the good purp
A t-shirt, under my
Aye lock it up, that's a bad
You had to it till your wrist hurt
You shoulda holler'd at or Block
Got'chu a to a? a block
I'm knocked diamonds and I never
cocaine; duckin cops