Luyện nghe bài hát Back Up Off Me

Are you ready for
The Ice Man
Are you for this?
It's bad 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 up on the block, got these killers runnin', you sick of this
And chicken nuts, niggas with cuts
to bust on you cluckers
On you niggas that sick we sicker

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

I'm hustlin' I got ball sacks
But niggas don't know that
I'm the mad killer, murder,
You fuckin' with a nigga, that don't give a about you

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the Southside to the Westside to the to the Northside
Motherfuckers never realize the young gon' die on the streets
I'm murder, the lunatic
givin' 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 with rah rah, with sah sah
KR hooked up the track, so what the y'all didn't realize
We to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle
Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin' head

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

givin' a fuck, we started this 'bout it, 'bout it
Now why y'all sayin' y'all 'bout it, 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 got them ballers
Niggas we them quarters
Fiends be dippin' that
But we hustlin' like it ain't no

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 cookin' chicken
I'll pop off batter but they wanna scatter
Niggas they talkin' shit, I be runnin' with them 17 automatics

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

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

that squirrel, I got that girl
My partner got that boy, man, got the whirl
But I don't give a fuck 'cause I be like 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 outside to the
The projects from to downtown
To the river

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

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

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

get off me
get off me
Word's up

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

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

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

Are you for this?