โหลดเพลง mp3 Turn Me Up Some - Busta Rhymes

Turn Me Up Some (点燃我的激情) - Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)/Sean Paul/Spliff Star
Yeah
Turn me up some
F**k going on
Yo over there what up brother

Yeah yeah

Flipmode
See we got a whole
We got a gift wrapped package for you mother f**kers
Yeah yo yo yo yeah
Busta I stay with in a ni**a tracks so
Hotter than wax yo so tell me why you act so
Yo I max
'Cuz I make a ni**a black till it's time to relax yo
Untill you all collapse so f**k it
It's hardly that the god is getting tired
You don't wanna say that
Can catch a cardiac relax ni**a
What the god is back so you don't wanna in
No matter how you react
Blows your black and blue your front and your back
Choose whatever the round that you choose
Wounds so herendous from projects
You get to analyzing the bruise
Blows will never come in singular they coming in twos
My crew be starting the ruckus once I get them accused
Or blast from the triggers
That will bust from all of my dudes
Be the sh*t
That make you niggas run up out of your shoes
We make you back down having the facts now
With all the noise you be making
You can even see the sh*t on the news
Murder
So you don't know nuthin about it

Turn me up some
Yo
The heat from of the street will burn you up some
Yo
The sh*t I'm sure to spit will hurt you up some
I'm saying
But you don't know nuthin about it

Turn me up some
Yo I drink a fith of yack and hurl it up some
Yo just bang it in the truck and turn it up some
I'm saying
Now watch me get a ni**a fast
Like them b**ches with no a**
You corny niggas no class
Yo I flash on them then I go and smash
Couple holes and then splash on them
Flicking a little ash on them
From the blunt we smoking keep it chick choking
Got them open with flows
I suppose and make them soaking their clothes
Keep the sh*t that make them sniffing
Make them open their nose
Got them f**ked up stuck just like they striking a pose
Yo we gaining weight nah it's just my pockets are swole
From keeping niggers while in while they driving
Smacking the pole
I want to you see prerhaps while I hold me a stack
Hating niggas blab holding me back
Yo you fool niggers plotting against the god
Must be holding a strap
Because how we coming through you know it's a wrap
Moving a crew of gorrilla dudes you know when to clap
I blow some sh*t from of of the earth
Or the face of the map
Yo so take that
Once we give it to you ain't no faking or jack
It's funny how you find your face in a trap
Little b**ch ni**a fronting like he ready to scrap
You better off acting p**sy trying to give me your dat
Staying focusd overfiling a dream
The way we spark up this bitter fire
The flame probably killing your team
F**k it so now we hover helicopters turn this sh*t up
And you and your peoples ain't hearing me proper
I'm saying
So you don't know nuthin about it

Turn me up some
Yo the heat from of the street will burn you up some
Yo the sh*t I'm sure to spit will hurt you up some
I'm saying
But you don't know nuthin about it

Turn me up some
Yo I drink a fith of yack and hurl it up some
Yo just bang it in the truck and turn it up some
I'm saying