Luyện nghe bài hát Back Up In This Bitch

Somebody die in this bitch
We to air it out

I don't know what convinced you to mention the
Must of been straight of the alcohol
Once you crossed path, fuck with that cash
Quick, fast have a clique get up in that ass

Gold Pee, with the cracks in his ass
Pretty Tone homey the mack in the grass
They buck you, then fuck your boo, where she at?
we profit from it and spit it on the tridack
(Track)

Letting the world know you a bitch ass
(Cat)
And how your own hood disrespect you, where you at
They be hey all day, how you let him do
Noyd and his clique I you better get at

But gas your dog, he ain't built for that
I will em all right through his fitted kiddap
(Cap)
Jump out with the midackon and Houston
(Mack)
in front of thousand and put it in efidack, I'm a pay
(Effect)

The word is out, is out
And he to air it out
Oh, think it's a game, better bring those things
He gonna show you a gangsta's about

The is out, Noyd is out
And he to air it out
Oh, y'all think a game, better bring those things
He gonna you what a gangsta's about

Ayo, nigga better back up off
When you got tough, Thun you lost me
You never grind enough a Mr. Softy
Truly the Ruger kill you softly

Then we see then, yeah, who the be
Smoke your little like a bag of the Hersey
How the fuck all good, nigga, the hood is thirsty
the big six and you want to test me
Gon' make my gun spit, y'all kill me

Gon' have my gun, on your ear piece
Having your bitch screaming, "Please don't me"
I owe you shit and I ain't your daddy
I don't own the six I own the

And I'm sitting deep this, nigga, sweet candy
You want beef, you know get right at me
QB nigga, why you can't stand me
(You 'cause)

The word is out, is out
And he to air it out
Oh, y'all think it's a game, better those things
He show you what a gangsta's about

The is out, Noyd is out
And he to air it out
Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring things
He gonna show you what a gangsta's

See, we don't back down, we go for pound
Tech for tech, on the block emptying clips
Buck something, leave hitting the deck
And one by one mothafuckas be dead

The is out, Noyd is out
Coast, West Coast, down to the dirty south
Catch anybody flossin', I'm it out
With the nine tips, man, I'm spittin' em out
out 'cause I'm emptying out for that bling

That and that chain put a bullet in your brain
Not a I'm a gangsta, this is what I do
Go to war, the bangers and eat niggas food

When I'm starvin' I'm that's how it is then
If I'm lying, I'm flying word to everything I
Don't get it twist, nigga 'cause I twist cap back
That QB gutter shit, it bidack
(Back)

The word is out, is out
And he to air it out
Oh, y'all think it's a game, better those things
He gonna show you a gangsta's about

The is out, Noyd is out
And he to air it out
Oh, y'all think it's a game, better bring things
He gonna show you a gangsta's about