Luyện nghe bài hát Back up Off The Wall

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

I'm better feeling running raw
Chain gang I need a shrink
What y'all niggaz think I'm a do when I get money
Iano keys played in
Peace to Cease
track board, loose chord, oh Lord
Promo number one Sadat X had a
And the have day I smashed the shit Allie played
Now we by ninety days
You better me anyways
You better return to the Terror dome, nobody home
Non-haters play the corner in the
Crash smack the open palm so you don't bruise
You push a button and what happens
I push one and there's a man a gun in the doorway
I'm in 4A, I in there all day
I had some smokes, some bitches and chicken on a
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 dance, come on, come on
So put hands up
Stop and pop somethin
Cornball stay frontin ain't got nothin
Mad cause the I lead, twice ya speed
Brown-skinned Miami, the wife I need
Light weed, front nigga might just bleed
Tryin to ball with y'all but I might flee

The second coming of
I'll you run for your life
It's like a gun up a knife
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 any words get said
get me red, hold on, Simply Red
Pimps be in rap, everybody's fed with that
Y'all could go with that
I'm trying to show you my head is at
be the positive black
Drop the B, you get
See you you get back
three-pack, spiritual miracle
Uhh, Lord Jamar the
serial killer, urban guerilla
You acting mysterious, we out to take this rap serious
Slap the taste out of mouth, then break out

Come on, on, come on, yo
So get back up off the wall
What, I said dance, on, come on
So put hands up
Stop and pop somethin
niggaz 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 with y'all but I might flee

Now I'm a put a up on molasses
Breeze on through easy passes
Wiggle more asses than classes
El kabong, my people blaze them trees up Cheech and Chong
Get that ass open like a of butt cheeks in thong
For sure dog, I don't to come off pushy
your party hot, and have it smelling like D'bussy
Spit my and drop my gem
Collect my wins and copy the Benz with the icy
I be dramatical, mathematical, radical
The mic wreckin more shit than Godzilla
Matter of fact I'm more iller, knock your shit off the
The four-wheeler touched every flava but
You my name, my game, so shorty shake that thang
I get you like them ball-head niggaz on Rogaine
Spit my flow all the way New Ro'
To Acapulco, white brown like cocoa
flows def like so so

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