Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Up

(Young on the beat)
I you love my body, babe, yeah (yeah, hitmaker)
I you love my body, babe, yeah
I know you love my body, babe, yeah yeah, yeah

up
(Body bag) up
(Body bag)

on my mind, Bonnie, you be Clyde
Don't you wanna ride or die? 'Cause I it tight
Workin' 9-5, he be on his
Red-bottoms and Louboutins, you know the things I
Give me all your money they don't do it like I
Hundred bottles I pour night, yeah
Always on your mind, just a of time
Bad bitches they linking up, shorty, they see I
Let me tell you something that these girls are to tell you
Yeah, it's all for you, so you know supposed to
Give me all your time, tell me that mine
Yellow tape outside, white chalk the

up
(Body bag) up
Meek okay! (Body bag)

I up on niggas, murder scene, murder scene
Green pushin' that 911, emergency,
Say nigga, I ain't heard of you
Bet my life heard of me
Bet you've heard I spit hot and I burn niggas, third degree
zappers on 'em, no strap
I gon' hold back
All I do is racks
All these know that
My pockets lookin' like ADS shocks, these on me so fat
These diamonds on me picture perfect, they flash, nigga, call that, uh
All I is turn up
Bottles, 'bout to up
And it's all on my bitch shoes like she just caught a murder
And I'm money, word up
I'm ballin', nigga, up
And when it come to these hoes, I hit bitches, I up

up
(Body bag) up
(Body bag)