Luyện nghe bài hát Back Up Off Me

Are you for this?
The Ice Man
Are you for this?
bad like my high
Are you ready for

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 sick of
And chicken nuts, niggas with cuts
Ready to on you cluckers
On you niggas that sick we sicker

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' field cats and
No Limit nigga, nigga, who
give a fuck when you dead and gone
Motherfucker you feel my bucks 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
head, put chu' in a grave
Give a about chu' niggas, piss on ya forehead
I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut

But niggas they slangin' that hoo
But niggas they boo dock that Buddha
a quarter, of water
But y'all niggas 'cause I done took over New Orleans

In the Southside to the Westside to the to the Northside
Motherfuckers never realize 'cause the young die on the streets
I'm murder, the lunatic
Never a fuck, I'm tryin' to make bucks

Before I this truck
Got these killers me
not pockin' 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 y'all didn't realize
We back to the battle, scattle not rattle
Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin' rattle

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

givin' a fuck, we started this 'bout it, 'bout it
Now why y'all sayin' 'bout it, 'bout it
Y'all scared of me, niggas, yeah, y'all of me
Bitch talkin' shit, you and ya bitch, I ain't of ya

I'm got them ballers
we smokin' them quarters
Fiends be that water
But we hustlin' like it no tomorrow

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

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

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

TRU against my stomach, how y'all gonna fade that
The real fuckin' click, no love for y'all dubs
Niggas think we dubs
Nigga we slangin' to you niggas across the world

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

Run and and hide nigga, you fried
no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside
The projects from uptown to
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' like the black Al
And if you come you stupid

'Cause my click don't give a fuck but they ready to shit
Up but nigga, you duck nigga
'Fore you find your body 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
Look me in the eyes if you
(You'll to feel this)
Bitch, get off me
Look me in the if you real
(Bitch get off me)

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

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

Are you for this?