Luyện nghe bài hát Back Up Off Me

Are you for this?
The Ice Man
Are you for this?
It's bad like my
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 chicken nuts, slangin' with cuts
Ready to on you cluckers
On you niggas that sick we sicker

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' field cats and
No Limit nigga, nigga, who
Don't give a fuck you dead and gone
Motherfucker you my bucks 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
Nappy head, put chu' in a
a fuck about chu' niggas, piss on ya forehead
I'm that Southside, we kill with that cut rock

But niggas they slangin' hoo rock
But niggas they boo dock that Buddha
a quarter, of water
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
Never givin' a fuck, I'm to make bucks

Before I this truck
Got killers watchin' me
not pockin' me
V got that tech 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 realize
We back to takin' the battle, not rattle
Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin' head

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

Never a fuck, we started 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
talkin' shit, you and ya bitch, I ain't afraid of ya

I'm got them ballers
Niggas we smokin' quarters
Fiends be dippin' 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 niggas ass like I'm cookin' greasy chicken
I'll pop off batter but they wanna scatter
Niggas they talkin' shit, I be runnin' with them 17 round

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

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

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

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

they slangin' that 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 give a fuck but they ready to shit
Up but nigga, you better duck
'Fore you find your 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
Look me in the if you real
(You'll need to 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)
for the battlefield
Buckle up and

Are you for this?