Luyện nghe bài hát Back Up

(Talking)
Times are getting crazy
Things are a lot different than they used to be
A lotta these foo's need to back the up
You Odale

Sittin' at the bar tippin' the glass
Tryin' to down my life 'cause it's getting' too fast
But I don't mind see it's like in a flash
See that chick she's my dick in her ass
(Whoa!) Did I say That's crazy ain't it?
Just crazy lookin' know how to explain it
Don't get me wrong I'm not complainin'
Don't get all mad I'm not I'm just sayin'
Just playin' talk to me my music
I'm just a vato do it just to do it
I want to do with phony people
Don't what you like and don't care who you're cool with
You're actin' like if I'm the new kid
I you back in school you wanted to be the cool kid
While I sat back and didn't give a
Now rap is all I so homeboy that's what's up

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

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

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

Jump in the carrucha put my on the gas
Hit the second switch from the left to up the ass
The ____'s just to break 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 then go back to the bar
Have me a drink, sit down and about all the fuckin' bullshit
That happened to me this week
But I'm feet from gold and I was told I got a flow that's cold
I guess that explains so many units
I make jams you'll bump hopefully you get old
I'm a good guy but sometimes I just
Sometimes I wish I would rather be home
Put down the microphone and it alone
off my phone
Because it's bullshit the way it down
But my people need me around, Chicano sound