Luyện nghe bài hát Back At You

Ashes to ashes to dust
steel gats
never rust big till you could touch
blessed wit the real side of
just
you couldn't fight me wit your mic
layed down niggas eyes visualize bad
your interference souped your upperbody section
I like a 2 2 bullet
throughout body repped to the fullest
Queensbridge
the hollow tip crew
blue slips, ships, you talk shit I follow through
once the kite is
I get bent, but still planted
no thoughts, 'cause my conscience is demandin
for the bloodshed(bloodshed) I that mug red(mug red)
I'm like cancer cant me 'cause I done spread(done spread)
door dead, enough said from the scene I fled
wit the paranoid thoughts runnin my head
like that war, project niggas strike back it's on
what the fuck you sick I'll be right
wit the gat and end your motherfuckin era
your shortie set you up you betta
hunger for the cheddar big and better
Armeretto sours alcohol
why you runnin we
do to the fact the infamous is
ice son you frontin

It's like that war, project strike back it's on
what the fuck you sick, I'll be back

right back to the fact
here take that, right at you
goin at to
already ran
wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your after
the fourty-fifth will make your clothes
put in the
the fabulous is movin stainless
crime-tainin, to all my niggas hold bangin
live in action, if you weere dapped then relax
what the you said? I be right back real maxin
blastin, terrin up Fila fashion
give him what he askin feelin aint know what
back at the cabin, be at the round table
team across plannin, expansion
slap a nigga opened handly style foul
for tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred
I can the days, juvenile crime pays
14 years old, from round way
brick ass cold, still puffin to day
but why did my life have to be way
I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed
my loot give recoup razors in my
incase you try to me to the island
I known for whylin
back in New York, my got the cash pilin
peep this on some knowns and shit
so drama, who the fuck knows who we got beef wit
lift you up off your feet ski lift
for big fifth
niggas who riff but you riff
Im on the next life gettin bent in the clouds
on my way down for international crowds