Luyện nghe bài hát Step It Up

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

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

[Verse 1: Mann]
Boys it do?
Nigga g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The kitchen smells fish, the fish scale dog
1000 Grams at a on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber band
Spent a? a mill wit Papi how fast I get it back
The dope love me
Taught'em how to
You whip it hard, cold water, let it drop
The man bitch!
Sold bricks, sold
100 thousand dollars, like I shot a cop
The man bitch!
grams, sold white
Cook the work 10
Fiends gave me 5
New York nigga's love how I work turn pipe
Got Jackson yay
Powder 10, but it cook
I don't get nervous when I them highways
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Gucci
I got the on lock!
Have you ever seen a? million dollars in a Nike shoe
I can you how to trap!
100 grand of cap
And I pray my phone ain't tapped!
buy for the smell of it
Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it on spree's for the of it
7 on the dot!
Got some cain and its out the pot!
I'm in the game so I it all I got
To a dollar spot
I got a rainbow Range color as lean
Wit the rims on it, man that bitch so clean
skittle Drop Jag and a fruity Chevelle
If I drop the top back, kush you gon' smell
flip I cop another whip
Every trap I cop chain
Every play I cop another
What these nigga's know Gucci Mane?
Notta thang!
I'm icy, something a polar bear
When your girl give me brain hold her hair
100 Grand in the bag to make you stare
wit the man
Gucci Lil'Flap

[Verse 3: Mane]
Go with our cars
Used to serve hard to Park;
Now I stand behind the bars
Say Lil'Breeze best smoke ya
I'm the of the century
When you of money mention me
I said my get it to the key
From Arkansas to
Every Brick, Pill. And "P"
Some how it doesn't from me
I'm on T.V interviewed
Still got them thangs in the
8 grand for the good
A t-shirt, my t-shirt
Aye it up, that's a bad word
You had to whip it till wrist hurt
You shoulda at Gucci or Block
Got'chu a to a? a block
I'm knocked and I never stop
Disturbing duckin cops