Luyện nghe bài hát Back Up Off Me

Are you ready for
The Ice Man
Are you ready for
It's bad my high
Are you for this?

My No Soldiers, trademark
Get em' up ugh, ya domes, TRU
We TRU, ugh, ugh
to go to war, ugh

I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin', you of this
And chicken nuts, niggas slangin' with
Ready to on you cluckers
On you niggas sick 'cause we sicker

Niggas slangin'
I'm in the projects ballin' my niggas
I'm quarters and thirty sacks
ain't fuckin' with dirty sacks

I'm I got those ball sacks
But y'all niggas know that
I'm the mad killer, murder,
You fuckin' with a nigga, that give a fuck about you

Or your bitch 'cause go like psycho
Like Michael, load this fuckin'
Start blastin' at bitches motherfucker, 'cause I'm a psycho
Out 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder

Lunatic, out to you
You heard of a nigga not playin' with a deck
Break ya neck, on ya check
Get cho' spine, get neck broke

field cats and chat
No nigga, real nigga, who
Don't give a fuck when you dead and
Motherfucker you my bucks from my chrome

up off me
(Feel me)
it
up off me
(My trademark)
Feel it up off me

Gon' pack me a nigga with no bread
Nappy head, put chu' in a
Give a about chu' niggas, piss on ya forehead
I'm from that Southside, we kill with cut rock

But niggas they that hoo rock
But niggas they wanna boo dock that
a quarter, of water
But y'all niggas late 'cause I done over New Orleans

In the to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside
Motherfuckers never realize 'cause the young die on the streets
I'm killin' murder, the
Never givin' a fuck, I'm tryin' to make

I leave this truck
Got these killers me
Niggas not me
V got that tech and man got that uzi

Big Boz with rah rah, niggas with sah sah
KR hooked up the track, so what the fuck y'all realize
We back to the battle, scattle not rattle
Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin' rattle

Like an ostrich, you want some sausage
me in the French Quarters
I'm kickin' it with them 3rd hustlers
And they 'bout it, niggas we

givin' a fuck, we started this 'bout it, 'bout it
Now why y'all sayin' y'all it, 'bout it
Y'all of me, niggas, yeah, y'all scared of me
Bitch talkin' shit, you and ya bitch, I afraid of ya

I'm hustlin' got them
Niggas we smokin' quarters
Fiends be dippin' water
But we hustlin' it ain't no tomorrow

Nigga, it
up off me
Nigga, it
up off me
Nigga, it
get up

Niggas wicked, fools, I'm gon' kick it
Be whippin' niggas ass like I'm greasy chicken
I'll pop off batter but niggas wanna scatter
Niggas they talkin' shit, I be runnin' with them 17 round

Up the trees, watch them freeze
give a fuck, take off my shirt nigga
No Limit on my back,
But niggas they pullin' sack, sack

TRU my stomach, motherfucker how y'all gonna fade that
The real click, ain't no love for y'all dubs
Niggas we slangin' dubs
Nigga we slangin' tapes to you across the world

that squirrel, I got that girl
My lil' partner got that boy, man, got the
But I don't give a fuck 'cause I be sick Suzy
these 32 round clips from my automatic Uzi

Run and and hide nigga, you fried
Ain't no love where I'm from, from the to the inside
The projects uptown to downtown
To across the

Niggas they that dope motherfucker, get cho' head twisted
In the river, you gone, ain't no love the chrome
I be in the project ballin' the black Al Capone
And if you come you stupid

'Cause my click don't a fuck but they ready to shoot shit
Up but nigga, you duck nigga
you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River

up off me
up off me
(Feel that motherfucker nigga, that)
Back up off me,
up off me
My

get off me
get off me
Word's up

Work
Look me in the if you real
(You'll to feel this)
Bitch, get off me
Look me in the eyes if you
(Bitch get off me)

feel this, feel it
Look me in the eyes, if you real

Soldier, No Limit,
(Look a nigga in the eyes)
for the battlefield
Buckle up and

Are you ready for