Luyện nghe bài hát Back At You

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

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

right back to the fact
here take that, back at you
goin at to
already ran
wasn't hard to capture, is it that your goin after
the fourty-fifth will your clothes damper
put in the
the Infamous is movin stainless
crime-tainin, to all my niggas hold bangin
in action, if you weere dapped then relax then
what the fuck you said? I be right back real
blastin, up your Fila fashion
give him what he askin feelin aint know what
back at the cabin, be at the table plannin
team across plannin, expansion
slap a nigga opened handly something foul
for tryin to slow down, my cash a hundred mile
I can recall the days, juvenile pays
14 old, shorty from round way
brick ass cold, puffin night to day
but why did my life to be this way
I rock suits, flavors like mixed fruits
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 knowns and teef shit
so much drama, who the fuck who we got beef wit
you up off your feet like ski lift
for big fifth
niggas who riff but you riff
then Im on the next life gettin bent in the
on my way down for international crowds