Luyện nghe bài hát Back At You

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

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

right back to the that
here that, right back at you
were at to
ran through
wasn't to capture, what is it that your goin after
the will make your clothes damper
put in the
the fabulous Infamous is stainless
crime-tainin, to all my niggas hold bangin
live in action, if you weere dapped relax then
the fuck you said? I be right back real maxin
blastin, up your Fila fashion
give him what he askin aint know what happened
back at the cabin, be at the table plannin
spread team plannin, expansion
slap a nigga opened style something foul
for tryin to slow down, my cash a hundred mile
I can the days, juvenile crime pays
14 old, shorty from round way
ass cold, still puffin night to day
but why did my life to be this 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 start
back in New York, my shortie's got the cash
peep on some knowns and teef shit
so much drama, who the knows who we got beef wit
lift you up off your feet ski lift
for packin big
niggas who riff but you riff
then Im on the next gettin bent in the clouds
on my way down souh for crowds