Luyện nghe bài hát Back At You

Ashes to ashes dust to
stainless gats
never big till bust you could touch
blessed wit the real side of
enough
you couldn't me wit your strongest mic
layed down niggas visualize bad reception
maced your interference souped your upperbody
I travel like a 2 2
your body repped to the fullest
Queensbridge
the hollow tip crew
blue slips, seen ships, you shit I follow through
once the kite is
I might get bent, but planted
no second thoughts, my conscience is demandin
for the bloodshed(bloodshed) I that mug red(mug red)
I'm like cancer cant catch me 'cause I spread(done spread)
knob dead, enough said from the scene I fled
wit the paranoid thoughts runnin round my
It's like that war, project niggas strike it's on
what the fuck you sick I'll be back
wit the gat and end your motherfuckin era
your set you up you betta dead-her
hunger for the cheddar big and better
Armeretto sours consumption
why you runnin we
do to the the infamous is bumpin
ice son you frontin

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

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