Luyện nghe bài hát Back Up

(Talking)
Times are getting holmes
Things are a lot different than they used to be
A lotta these foo's to back the fuck up
You know?

at the bar just tippin' the glass
Tryin' to slow down my life 'cause it's getting' too
But I don't mind see it's quick in a flash
See that she's imaginin' my dick in her ass
(Whoa!) Did I say that? crazy ain't it?
Just crazy lookin' don't how to explain it
Don't get me wrong homeboy I'm not
Don't get all mad I'm not I'm just sayin'
Just talk to me bout my music
I'm just a that'll do it just to do it
I nothing to do with phony people
Don't care what you and don't care who you're cool with
You're actin' like if I'm the new kid
I know you in school you wanted to be the cool kid
While I sat and didn't give a fuck
Now rap is all I have so homeboy what's up

Homie back up
Ten paces the truck
Don't wanna press luck
My self destruct
Homie back up
Ten paces the truck
Don't press your luck
My bomb'll destruct

I don't forget about the past now I'm kickin' ass
do it again and laugh 'cause you're kissin' my ass
Got a rented 45 and I'm to shoot
Itchy finger hare trigger and it's at you
I'm not here to claim that I'm all in the brain
I'm here to let you know I'm not the same as you lames
Your evil's comin' to you; yell for no one's runnin' to you
You burnt them bridges, remember? So no fuckin' with you
Ain't got no friends, got no ends 'cause you keep burnin' your people
Tell me when does it end? When will you realize that ain't cool?
I feel sorry for them that wanna be like you
But they're kids they really don't know what to do
Don't worry mijo, come to you
And you'll say this fool
What was I thinkin' about this vato's bein' about a dumb shit
Can't believe I to bump this, fuck this

Homie back up
Ten from the truck
Don't wanna press your
My self destruct
Homie back up
Ten paces from the
wanna press your luck
My self destruct

Jump in the put my foot on the gas
Hit the switch from the left to lift up the ass
The ____'s shakin' just to up the glass
But I'ma catch you and pop a cap in your ass
Put the holes in my own car if where you are
Handle my shit probably go back to the bar
Have me a drink, sit down and think about all the bullshit
happened to me within this week
But I'm three feet gold and I was told I got a flow that's cold
I guess that explains so many sold
I make jams you'll hopefully when you get old
I'm a good guy but sometimes I just
I wish that I would rather be home
Put the microphone and leave it alone
off my phone
Because it's the way it goes down
But my people really me around, Chicano sound