Luyện nghe bài hát Back Up In This Bitch

Somebody gonna die in this
We to air it out

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

Pee, nigga with the cracks in his ass
Pretty Tone homey with the 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 you a bitch ass kidat
(Cat)
And how your own disrespect you, where you live at
be hey all day, how you let him do that
Noyd and his I think you better get at

But don't gas your dog, he ain't for that
I will spit em all right through his fitted
(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 what a gangsta's

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

Ayo, better back up off please
you got tough, huh? Thun you lost me
You never grind you're a Mr. Softy
Truly the Ruger will kill you

we see then, yeah, who the boss be
Smoke your little clique like a bag of the
How the it's all good, nigga, the hood is thirsty
Peep the big six and you want to me
Gon' make my gun spit, niggas kill me

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

And I'm sitting this, nigga, sweet like 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, bring those things
He gonna show you a gangsta's about

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

See, we back down, we go pound for pound
Tech for tech, right on the block clips
Buck something, leave mothafuckas hitting the
And one by one mothafuckas be dead

The word is out, is out
East Coast, West Coast, to the dirty south
Catch anybody flossin', I'm it out
With the hollow tips, man, I'm spittin' em out
Listen out 'cause I'm emptying out for that

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

When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' how it is then
If I'm lying, I'm word to everything I love
Don't get it twist, nigga 'cause I twist niggas cap
That QB gutter shit, bringing it
(Back)

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