Luyện nghe bài hát Back up Off The Wall

No,
Uh,
Yeah, Brand Nu' through
Long Island, World, all out, all out
talk 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 feeling than running raw
gang link I need a shrink
What y'all niggaz think I'm a do when I get money
Iano keys in series
Peace to Lil'
Microphone board, loose chord, oh Lord
Promo one Sadat X had a grenade
And the have next day I smashed the shit Allie
Now we delayed by days
You better me anyways
You better return to the Terror dome, ain't nobody
Non-haters the corner in the elevator
Crash crews the open palm so you don't bruise
You push a button and what nothing
I push one and there's a man with a gun in the
I'm in 4A, I been in all day
I had some smokes, some bitches and chicken on a
There's enough for everybody so niggaz don't grab

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

The coming of Christ
I'll make you run for life
It's like a gun up a knife
You can win, when we fight to the end
I'm tight the pen
Don't be going off the head, cause they be blown off the
And showin off the skills of the dead
I do the knowledge before any words get
Herbs get me red, on, Simply Red
Pimps be dead in rap, everybody's fed with
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 when you get
three-pack, spiritual miracle
Uhh, Lord the imperial
Microphone killer, urban guerilla
You acting mysterious, we out to take rap shit serious
Slap the taste out of your mouth, break out

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

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

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