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 bent straight of the alcohol
Once you crossed that path, fuck with cash
Quick, have a sick clique get up in that ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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