Luyện nghe bài hát Back Up Off Me

Are you for this?
The Ice Man
Are you for this?
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 sick of
And nuts, niggas slangin' with cuts
Ready to on you cluckers
On you that sick 'cause we sicker

slangin' flickers
I'm in the projects with my niggas
I'm hustlin' quarters and sacks
Niggas ain't fuckin' with 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, don't give a fuck about you

Or bitch 'cause I'll go like psycho
Like Michael, this fuckin' rifle
Start blastin' at bitches motherfucker, yeah I'm a psycho
Out that 3rd ward, Calliope murder

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

Fuckin' field and chat
No nigga, real nigga, who
Don't give a fuck when you dead and
Motherfucker you feel my bucks 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 about chu' niggas, piss on ya forehead
I'm from that Southside, we kill with cut rock

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

In the Southside to the 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 bucks

Before I this truck
Got these killers me
not pockin' me
V got that nine 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 back to the battle, scattle not rattle
Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin' rattle

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

Never givin' a fuck, we this 'bout it, 'bout it
Now why sayin' y'all 'bout 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 ballers
we smokin' them 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 kick it
Be whippin' ass like I'm cookin' greasy chicken
I'll pop off batter but they wanna scatter
Niggas they talkin' shit, I be runnin' with 17 round automatics

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

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

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

Run and duck and nigga, you fried
Ain't no 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, no love meet the chrome
I be in the project ballin' the black 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 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
me in the eyes if you real
(You'll to feel this)
Bitch, get off me
Look me in the if you real
(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)
Ready for the
up and [Incomprehensible]

Are you for this?