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 runnin', you sick of this
And chicken nuts, niggas slangin' cuts
Ready to on you cluckers
On you niggas that sick we sicker

slangin' flickers
I'm in the projects ballin' with my
I'm hustlin' and thirty sacks
Niggas ain't with dirty sacks

I'm hustlin' I got those sacks
But y'all don't know that
I'm the mad killer, murder,
You with a nigga, that don't give a fuck about you

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

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

Fuckin' cats and chat
No Limit nigga, nigga, who
Don't give a when you dead and gone
you feel my bucks from my chrome

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

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

But niggas they slangin' hoo rock
But niggas they wanna boo dock that
a quarter, of water
But y'all niggas late 'cause I took 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 a fuck, I'm tryin' to make bucks

Before I leave truck
Got these watchin' me
Niggas not me
V got that tech and man got that uzi

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

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

Never givin' a fuck, we this 'bout it, 'bout it
Now why y'all y'all 'bout it, 'bout it
Y'all scared of me, niggas, yeah, y'all of me
Bitch shit, you and ya bitch, I ain't afraid of ya

I'm hustlin' got ballers
Niggas we smokin' quarters
Fiends be that water
But we like it ain't no tomorrow

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

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

Up the trees, watch them niggas
Don't give a fuck, off my shirt nigga
No on my back, back
But niggas they pullin' that sack,

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

Niggas that squirrel, I got that
My lil' got that boy, man, got the whirl
But I don't give a fuck 'cause I be sick like
Take these 32 clips from my automatic Uzi

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

Niggas they slangin' dope motherfucker, get cho' head twisted
In the river, you gone, ain't no meet the chrome
I be in the project ballin' like the Al Capone
And if you come sick you

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

up off me
up off me
(Feel that nigga, feel that)
up off me, nigga
up off me
My

get off me
get off me
Word's up

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

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

Soldier, No Limit,
(Look a real in the eyes)
Ready for the
Buckle up and

Are you ready for