Luyện nghe bài hát Back Up

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

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? That's ain't it?
Just crazy lookin' don't how to explain it
get me wrong homeboy I'm not complainin'
Don't get all mad I'm not braggin' I'm sayin'
Just talk to me bout my music
I'm a vato that'll do it just to do it
I want nothing to do with people
Don't care you like and don't care who you're cool with
stupid actin' like if I'm the new kid
I you back in school you wanted to be the cool kid
I sat back and didn't give a fuck
Now rap is all I have so that's what's up

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

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

Homie back up
Ten paces the truck
Don't wanna press luck
My bomb'll destruct
please back up
Ten paces the truck
Don't wanna 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 shakin' just to up the glass
But I'ma you sleepin' and pop a cap in your ass
Put the holes in my own car if that's you are
Handle my shit then go back to the bar
Have me a drink, sit down and about all the fuckin' bullshit
happened to me within this week
But I'm three from gold and I was told I got a flow that's cold
I guess explains so many units sold
I make jams you'll bump when you get old
I'm a good guy but sometimes I just
Sometimes I that I would rather be home
Put down the microphone and it alone
Turn off my
it's bullshit the way it goes down
But my people really me around, Chicano sound