Luyện nghe bài hát Back up Off The Wall

No,
Uh,
Yeah, Brand Nu' comin'
Island, Harlem World, all out, all out
Let's talk tit
What, yeah, now put ya up
Uh, what, now put ya up
Put ya up
Now get ya up off the wall

I'm better feeling running raw
gang link I need a shrink
What niggaz think I'm a do when I get real money
Iano keys in series
to Lil' Cease
Microphone track board, loose chord, oh
number one Sadat X had a grenade
And the next day I smashed the shit Allie played
Now we delayed by ninety
You better me anyways
You better return to the Terror dome, ain't home
play the corner in the elevator
Crash crews smack the palm so you don't bruise
You push a button and what nothing
I one and there's a man with a gun in the doorway
I'm in 4A, I been in all day
I had smokes, some bitches and chicken on a slab
There's enough for everybody so y'all don't grab

on, come on, come on, yo
So get your up off the wall
What, I said dance, come on, on
So put hands up
Stop and pop somethin
Cornball stay frontin ain't got nothin
Mad cause the life I lead, ya speed
Brown-skinned Miami, that's the wife I
Light weed, front nigga might just bleed
Tryin to ball y'all but I might just flee

The second coming of
I'll you run for your life
It's like a gun up against a
You can never win, we fight to the end
I'm tight the pen
Don't be going off the head, cause be blown off the head
And showin off the skills of the dead
I do the knowledge before any get said
Herbs get me red, on, Simply Red
Pimps be dead in rap, everybody's fed with
could go ahead with that
I'm trying to show you where my is at
be the positive black
Drop the B, you get
See you you get back
Lyrical three-pack, miracle
Uhh, Lord Jamar the
serial killer, urban guerilla
You acting mysterious, we out to take this rap shit
Slap the out of your mouth, then break out

Come on, come on, on, yo
So get your back up off the
What, I said dance, on, come on
So put hands up
Stop frontin and pop
niggaz stay frontin ain't got nothin
Mad the life I lead, twice ya speed
Brown-skinned Miami, that's the I need
Light weed, front nigga might just bleed
to ball with y'all but I might just flee

Now I'm a put a rush up on
Breeze on through like easy
Wiggle more asses than classes
El kabong, my people blaze trees up like Cheech and Chong
Get that ass like a pair of butt cheeks in thong
For sure dog, I mean to come off pushy
Blaze your party hot, and it smelling like D'bussy
Spit my and drop my gem
my wins and copy the Benz with the icy rims
I be dramatical, mathematical, radical
The mic killa more shit than Godzilla
Matter of fact I'm more iller, knock your off the pillar
The four-wheeler every flava but vanilla
You know my name, my game, so shorty shake thang
I get you open them ball-head niggaz on Rogaine
Spit my all the way from New Ro'
To Acapulco, white poos brown like
Flip flows def so so

Come on, come on, on, yo
So get your up off the wall
What, I said dance, on, come on
So put your up
Stop frontin and pop
niggaz stay frontin ain't got nothin
Mad the life I lead, twice ya speed
Miami, that's the wife I need
Light weed, front nigga might just bleed
Tryin to ball y'all but I might just flee