AFOS – Turn it up Lyrics [English, Romanization]

AFOS – Turn it up Lyrics [English, Romanization]

Artist	Title	Album	Release	Genre
AFOS	Turn It Up	Young Boyz	2016.05.20	Rap/Hip-Hop

English Lyrics

I’m going to brag about myself My flow is explosion

flow blow by blow I’m up in of growin my

Label is a rocking Youngboyz

Even if they try, no one can beat me

yeah look at me straightly

I’m flying above your head right now

Look at me straightly

How is the crazy flow that swallows up this stage

The time is right now I’ll show you everything

I’m standing at the end of

The cliff, there can’t be more than one person here

My pant s are baggy Shoes are high tough so fresh

Amazing spirits Let out the potential and courage

Arrogant skill but at the Same time I’m modest

I don’t care about the genre

Water and fire and I take it all over

It Does Not Kitsch Kitsch Kitsch Music Better Sound

Listen Baby Take Ma Hand We Are All Ready, Louderly!

Turn It Up Turn It Up

We Get Lots Of Cash Cash Cash Catch Our Mind

Cause We Got Freakin Skill You Just Follow Me All Bodies

Turn It Up Turn It Up

I’m Standin’ Already

I Get It Back Again Now Turn It Up

MAN here you go the Lighter, lit the fire, FIRE

They call me Aknow

I go wild I kill all the Enemies with my rap like crazy dog

Crazy, I make all the people

Go crazy I aim at the person who

Degraded me and shoot

POW POW The amazing one shot

That makes everyone admire

My future is a Royal road spotlight

Get the pen in your hands

It doesn’t go out of style

Right down whatever you want HUH

One way, you won’t weight up my attack

Grooving, rhymin, just feel my babe

one hunnit you’ll have to acknowledge it free feeling don’t talk anymore and follow me now

If you can try to make The GAP between us smaller

Gold luxury? Designer bag It’s too luxurious for you just fake

I aim for the top you are At the very bottom

I’m happy you’re stupid

I make it rain

You are just rain, I’m a helicopter

You’re a bench I break the forms

You give up I cut all the sushi bars into pieces

It Does Not Kitsch Kitsch Kitsch Music Better Sound

Listen Baby Take Ma Hand We Are All Ready, Louderly!

Turn It Up Turn It Up

We Get Lots Of Cash Cash Cash Catch Our Mind

Cause We Got Freakin Skill You Just Follow Me All Bodies

Turn It Up Turn It Up

Romanization

nae ja-rang jom hae-bol-lae my flow is explosion.

flow blow by blow I’m up in of growin’

my Label is a rocking’ ‘t’rYoungboyz’

a-mu-ri ba-ra-k’ae-bwat-cha gŭ nu-gu-do mot tta-ra-wa

u know what I sayin’?

yeah na-rŭl ba-ra bwa-ra ji-gŭm ba-ro

nŏ-ne-dŭ-rŭi mŏ-ri wi-ro na-ra ga-ni-kkan

ttok-pa-ro bwa nu-ga i mu-dae-rŭl

mŏ-gŏ-bŏ-ri-nŭn mi-ch’in flowin-‘ga

the time is right now.

po-yŏ-jul-ge ssak ta.

yŏ-gi jŏl-byŏk kkŭ-t’e sŏ-i-ssŏ

han myŏng i-sang gong-jon-hal su ŏp-sŏ.

nae ba-ji-nŭn be-gi mit shin-ba-rŭn high

toughha-ge ip-chi so fresh

chu-kyŏ-ju-nŭn p’ae-gi t’ŏ-t’ŭ-ryŏ p’o-t’en-‘gwa gaek-ki

kŏn-bang-jin shil-lyŏk but kŭ-wa nan dong-shi-e gyŏm-son-hae

chang-nŭ mul-bul ran ‘ga-ri-go nam-gi-mŏp-shi

mo-du da sŏm-nyŏp mong-ttang da sŏm-nyŏ-p’ae

It Does Not Kitsch Kitsch Kitsch. 

Music Better Sound 

Listen Baby Take Ma Hand 

We Are All Ready, Louderly!

Turn It Up Turn It Up

We Get Lots Of Cash Cash Cash 

Catch Our Mind

Cause We Got Freakin’ Skill 

You Just Follow Me All Bodies

Turn It Up Turn It Up

I’m Standin’ Already 

I Get It Back Again Now Turn It Up

MAN cha ba-dŏ ra-i-t’a

ham bu-t’yŏ-bwa-ra FIRE

yŏ-gi da kkŭt-chang-nae-rŏ wat-chi

nan bul-bu-t’ŏ-ssŏ gŏ-ch’i-mŏp-shi mak tal-lyŏ

they call me Aknow

nu-ne boe-nŭn ‘gŏ ŏp-sŏ

rae-bŭ-ro jŏk-tŭ-rŭn bak-sal-lae-nŭn like mi-ch’in-‘gae

chi-ri-ne nam-nyŏ-no-so gu-bun nŏp-shi mi-ch’i-ge man-dŭ-rŏ

i-be ch’ong jang-ch’ak nal mu-shi-han nom hyang-hae

cho-jun-han dwi sswa jil-lŏ

POW POW mo-du gam-t’an kkŭn-nae-ju-nŭn han-bang

nae ap-ki-rŭn t’an-t’an-dae-ro spotlight

p’e-nŭl cha-ba yu-haeng-an-t’a han-bal tŏ ap-sŏ-na-ga

mam-dae-ro da ssŏ-gal-gyŏ HUH

one way, ka-nŭm-ch’i mo-t’ae nŏn na-ŭi attack.

groovin, rhymin’, just feel my babe.

one hunnit in-jŏng hal su ba-kke ŏp-sŭl kkŏl

free feelin’ ta jan-mal mal-go follow me now

cho-p’il-lyŏ-myŏn jo-p’yŏ-bwa-ra

nŏ-wa na-ŭi GAP

Gold sa-ch’i? myŏng-p’um-baek

nŏ-e-gen ‘gŭ-jŏ sa-ch’i Fake

nan maen nwi-rŭl chaeng-ch’wi nŏn maen mit

nan happy nŏn baek-ch’i nan make it rain

nŏn ‘gŭ-nyang rain nan hel-gi nŏn ben-ch’i

nan t’ŭ-rŭl kkae-ji nŏn baek-ki

nan hoet-chip ta ssŏ-rŏ-no-ch’i

It Does Not Kitsch Kitsch Kitsch. 

Music Better Sound 

Listen Baby Take Ma Hand 

We Are All Ready, Louderly!

Turn It Up Turn It Up

We Get Lots Of Cash Cash Cash 

Catch Our Mind

Cause We Got Freakin’ Skill 

You Just Follow Me All Bodies

Turn It Up Turn It Up

AFOS – Turn it up Lyrics [English, Romanization]

AFOS – Turn it up English Lyrics

I’m going to brag about myself My flow is explosion

flow blow by blow I’m up in of growin my

Label is a rocking Youngboyz

Even if they try, no one can beat me

yeah look at me straightly

I’m flying above your head right now

Look at me straightly

How is the crazy flow that swallows up this stage

The time is right now I’ll show you everything

I’m standing at the end of

The cliff, there can’t be more than one person here

My pant s are baggy Shoes are high tough so fresh

Amazing spirits Let out the potential and courage

Arrogant skill but at the Same time I’m modest

I don’t care about the genre

Water and fire and I take it all over

It Does Not Kitsch Kitsch Kitsch Music Better Sound

Listen Baby Take Ma Hand We Are All Ready, Louderly!

Turn It Up Turn It Up

We Get Lots Of Cash Cash Cash Catch Our Mind

Cause We Got Freakin Skill You Just Follow Me All Bodies

Turn It Up Turn It Up

I’m Standin’ Already

I Get It Back Again Now Turn It Up

MAN here you go the Lighter, lit the fire, FIRE

They call me Aknow

I go wild I kill all the Enemies with my rap like crazy dog

Crazy, I make all the people

Go crazy I aim at the person who

Degraded me and shoot

POW POW The amazing one shot

That makes everyone admire

My future is a Royal road spotlight

Get the pen in your hands

It doesn’t go out of style

Right down whatever you want HUH

One way, you won’t weight up my attack

Grooving, rhymin, just feel my babe

one hunnit you’ll have to acknowledge it free feeling don’t talk anymore and follow me now

If you can try to make The GAP between us smaller

Gold luxury? Designer bag It’s too luxurious for you just fake

I aim for the top you are At the very bottom

I’m happy you’re stupid

I make it rain

You are just rain, I’m a helicopter

You’re a bench I break the forms

You give up I cut all the sushi bars into pieces

It Does Not Kitsch Kitsch Kitsch Music Better Sound

Listen Baby Take Ma Hand We Are All Ready, Louderly!

Turn It Up Turn It Up

We Get Lots Of Cash Cash Cash Catch Our Mind

Cause We Got Freakin Skill You Just Follow Me All Bodies

Turn It Up Turn It Up

AFOS – Turn it up Romanization

nae ja-rang jom hae-bol-lae my flow is explosion.

flow blow by blow I’m up in of growin’

my Label is a rocking’ ‘t’rYoungboyz’

a-mu-ri ba-ra-k’ae-bwat-cha gŭ nu-gu-do mot tta-ra-wa

u know what I sayin’?

yeah na-rŭl ba-ra bwa-ra ji-gŭm ba-ro

nŏ-ne-dŭ-rŭi mŏ-ri wi-ro na-ra ga-ni-kkan

ttok-pa-ro bwa nu-ga i mu-dae-rŭl

mŏ-gŏ-bŏ-ri-nŭn mi-ch’in flowin-‘ga

the time is right now.

po-yŏ-jul-ge ssak ta.

yŏ-gi jŏl-byŏk kkŭ-t’e sŏ-i-ssŏ

han myŏng i-sang gong-jon-hal su ŏp-sŏ.

nae ba-ji-nŭn be-gi mit shin-ba-rŭn high

toughha-ge ip-chi so fresh

chu-kyŏ-ju-nŭn p’ae-gi t’ŏ-t’ŭ-ryŏ p’o-t’en-‘gwa gaek-ki

kŏn-bang-jin shil-lyŏk but kŭ-wa nan dong-shi-e gyŏm-son-hae

chang-nŭ mul-bul ran ‘ga-ri-go nam-gi-mŏp-shi

mo-du da sŏm-nyŏp mong-ttang da sŏm-nyŏ-p’ae

It Does Not Kitsch Kitsch Kitsch. 

Music Better Sound 

Listen Baby Take Ma Hand 

We Are All Ready, Louderly!

Turn It Up Turn It Up

We Get Lots Of Cash Cash Cash 

Catch Our Mind

Cause We Got Freakin’ Skill 

You Just Follow Me All Bodies

Turn It Up Turn It Up

I’m Standin’ Already 

I Get It Back Again Now Turn It Up

MAN cha ba-dŏ ra-i-t’a

ham bu-t’yŏ-bwa-ra FIRE

yŏ-gi da kkŭt-chang-nae-rŏ wat-chi

nan bul-bu-t’ŏ-ssŏ gŏ-ch’i-mŏp-shi mak tal-lyŏ

they call me Aknow

nu-ne boe-nŭn ‘gŏ ŏp-sŏ

rae-bŭ-ro jŏk-tŭ-rŭn bak-sal-lae-nŭn like mi-ch’in-‘gae

chi-ri-ne nam-nyŏ-no-so gu-bun nŏp-shi mi-ch’i-ge man-dŭ-rŏ

i-be ch’ong jang-ch’ak nal mu-shi-han nom hyang-hae

cho-jun-han dwi sswa jil-lŏ

POW POW mo-du gam-t’an kkŭn-nae-ju-nŭn han-bang

nae ap-ki-rŭn t’an-t’an-dae-ro spotlight

p’e-nŭl cha-ba yu-haeng-an-t’a han-bal tŏ ap-sŏ-na-ga

mam-dae-ro da ssŏ-gal-gyŏ HUH

one way, ka-nŭm-ch’i mo-t’ae nŏn na-ŭi attack.

groovin, rhymin’, just feel my babe.

one hunnit in-jŏng hal su ba-kke ŏp-sŭl kkŏl

free feelin’ ta jan-mal mal-go follow me now

cho-p’il-lyŏ-myŏn jo-p’yŏ-bwa-ra

nŏ-wa na-ŭi GAP

Gold sa-ch’i? myŏng-p’um-baek

nŏ-e-gen ‘gŭ-jŏ sa-ch’i Fake

nan maen nwi-rŭl chaeng-ch’wi nŏn maen mit

nan happy nŏn baek-ch’i nan make it rain

nŏn ‘gŭ-nyang rain nan hel-gi nŏn ben-ch’i

nan t’ŭ-rŭl kkae-ji nŏn baek-ki

nan hoet-chip ta ssŏ-rŏ-no-ch’i

It Does Not Kitsch Kitsch Kitsch. 

Music Better Sound 

Listen Baby Take Ma Hand 

We Are All Ready, Louderly!

Turn It Up Turn It Up

We Get Lots Of Cash Cash Cash 

Catch Our Mind

Cause We Got Freakin’ Skill 

You Just Follow Me All Bodies

Turn It Up Turn It Up