Libretto - Volume(getting up финал OST) | Текст песни

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Pump the volume, pump pump, turn it up! (turn it up yall) (turn it up) pump the volume (the volume, the volume) pump the volume, turn it up, pump, turn it up dj, turn it up.

Ok, I'm the reason for the super villan classic, fat cat to tag the flag ship rap this,
galactis, catch a casulty, cross the galaxy.
Burn the dance floor, do that dance, bring upgrades to battle me.
Southern backs and back went back to reality.
My hands will be slapping any man.
Trained with sticky hands, legend will win choke.
We win some, and lose none.
6 million styles to try, and 1 not.
Turn it up son, a flow is ???? slow.
My eyes glow, in the black light, punks jump up to get beat with some ??????.
You ???? ???? ???? tight, gimme that mic.
Charlie hustle AKA beatrow, has got your hood past the bro and got your streets closed.
The game of life, aint no cheat codes.
In between the music, there was ?????.
Dirty decimals, we call em tvs.
Tell them when they cover mcs.

Pump the volume, pump pump pump pump the volume.
Turn it up! Pump up the volume.
The volume, the volume. Pump pump pump up the volume.
Yea turn it up.

Yo, yo and go bang your fist on a wall like this, bang your fist, just bang your fist.
C'mon bang your fist on a wall like this, lunchroom, table session.
A6, blazing swift, c'mon and take a sniff.
Slump for ???? and cut.
Pump the volume.
DJs keep spinning the wax, keep the dance floors packed while I sharpen my axe.
Swing swords, I'm a lumberjack, MCs ate all their speed, before your ears bleed.
Style wars with flow, proceed with no gimmicks.
Oh please, the lyrics for you so called ?????.
Picture is so vivid, no choice but get with it.
We supply the man, and expand the fans to japan.
Bullet proof barb wire, turns fake cash, sit back, relax, see it's hard to earn.
Style captured in a glass vial, liquid found, major doses are flammable, ferocious by ????.

Everybody, everybody, everbody, pump the volume, pump pump pump pump the volume.
Turn it up! Pump up the volume.
The volume, the volume.
Pump pump pump up the volume.
Yea turn it up.
Aha ahaa, pump, yall aint hearing me, pump.

Reach to the speaker, choke keeps on questioning, the earthquake above your head, nearly deafening.
King above king and ??? and then its lessening.
Spray the ??, i ??? tag the lab specimen.
Dance til the death, pencil strokes are poison.
What other poises ???? are the noison.
Tax your money, ??????? shrapnel dunny.
Sold the sow and I and rap your mummy.
Oblivion, trouble dance can ????? ??????.
Cross the ??? ??? ??, join the hun.
Poke and jab a stick or fork in the missy done.
Upper room, feast the beast is loose run.
Burn hollywood, burn rays from the sun.
???? nation is symbol under groove one.
5 billion on my front line, we have one problem.
Pump up the volume.
Low down sound often signing freely. Doomsday ????????.
Soon come your way. Verse doom ?????.
Frequency, tyranny.
Yall aint hearing me.

Pump the volume, pump pump pump pump the volume.
Turn it up! Pump the volume.
The volume, the volume.
Pump pump pump up the volume.
Yea turn it up.
Pump, pump, turn it up! Pump the volume, the volume, the volume.
Pump the volume, pump pump, turn it up! The volume, the volume.
Pump pump, yea turn it up.
Pump the volume, turn it up! The volume, the volume, the volume.

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