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

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

Letting the know you a bitch ass kidat
(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 don't gas your dog, he ain't built for
I will spit em all right his fitted kiddap
(Cap)
Jump out the midackon Broadway and Houston
(Mack)
Right in 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, y'all think it's a game, better bring those
He gonna show you what a about

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

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

Then we see then, yeah, who the be
Smoke little clique 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 niggas me

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

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

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

The word is out, 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

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

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

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

When I'm I'm robbin' that's how it is then
If I'm lying, I'm flying word to I love
get it twist, nigga 'cause I twist niggas cap back
That QB gutter shit, bringing it
(Back)

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

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