Luyện nghe bài hát Back Up Off Me

Are you ready for
The Ice Man
Are you ready for
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 up on the block, got these killers runnin', you sick of this
And chicken nuts, niggas slangin' cuts
Ready to bust on you
On you that sick 'cause we sicker

slangin' flickers
I'm in the ballin' with my niggas
I'm hustlin' and thirty 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, that don't a fuck about you

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

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

Fuckin' field cats and
No nigga, real nigga, who
Don't give a fuck when you 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 with no
head, put chu' in a grave
Give a fuck about chu' niggas, piss on ya
I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut

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

In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the
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 killers watchin' me
not pockin' me
V got that nine and man got that uzi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Run and duck and hide nigga, you
no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside
The projects uptown to downtown
To across the

Niggas slangin' that dope motherfucker, get cho' head twisted
In the river, you gone, no love meet the chrome
I be in the project ballin' like the black Al
And if you come sick you

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

up off me
up off me
(Feel that motherfucker nigga, that)
up off me, nigga
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
me in the eyes if you real
(Bitch get off me)

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

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

Are you for this?