Luyện nghe bài hát Back Up

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

at the bar just tippin' the glass
Tryin' to slow down my life it's getting' too fast
But I don't mind see it's like quick in a
See that chick imaginin' my dick in her ass
(Whoa!) Did I say that? That's crazy it?
Just crazy lookin' don't know how to it
get me wrong homeboy I'm not complainin'
Don't get all mad I'm not braggin' I'm sayin'
Just playin' 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 like and don't who you're cool with
You're stupid like if I'm the new kid
I know you in school you wanted to be the cool kid
While I sat back and didn't give a
Now rap is all I have so homeboy that's up

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

I don't forget the past now I'm kickin' your ass
I'll do it again and 'cause you're kissin' my ass
Got a rented 45 and I'm able to
Itchy finger hare and it's pointed at you
I'm not here to claim I'm all insane in the brain
I'm just here to let you know I'm not the as you lames
Your evil's comin' to you; yell for help no runnin' to you
You burnt them bridges, remember? So no one's fuckin' you
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no 'cause you keep burnin' your people
Tell me when does it When will you realize that shit ain't cool?
I feel sorry for them kids wanna be like you
But they're just kids they really don't what to do
Don't worry mijo, it'll 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 bump this, this

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

Jump in the carrucha put my on the gas
Hit the second switch from the to lift up the ass
The shakin' just to break up the glass
But I'ma you sleepin' and pop a cap in your ass
Put the in my own car if that's where you are
Handle my shit then go back to the bar
Have me a drink, sit down and think about all the fuckin'
That happened to me within this
But I'm three feet gold and I was told I got a flow that's cold
I guess that so many units sold
I make jams you'll bump hopefully you get old
I'm a good guy but sometimes I explode
Sometimes I 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 really need me around, Chicano sound