Luyện nghe bài hát Back up Off The Wall

No,
Uh,
Yeah, Brand Nu' comin'
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 up off the wall

I'm better than running raw
Chain gang link I a shrink
y'all niggaz think I'm a do when I get real 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 played
Now we delayed by ninety
You better find me
You better return to the dome, ain't nobody home
Non-haters play the in the elevator
Crash crews the open palm so you don't bruise
You push a button and what happens
I push one and a man with a gun in the doorway
I'm in 4A, I in there all day
I had some smokes, bitches and chicken on a slab
There's enough for everybody so y'all niggaz 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
frontin and pop somethin
Cornball niggaz stay frontin got nothin
Mad the life I lead, twice ya speed
Brown-skinned Miami, that's the I need
Light that weed, front nigga just bleed
Tryin to ball with but I might just flee

The coming of Christ
I'll make you run for life
like a gun up against a knife
You can win, when we fight to the end
I'm tight the pen
be going off the head, cause they 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, hold on, Red
Pimps be dead in rap, fed with that
Y'all go ahead with that
I'm trying to show you where my is at
Dread be the positive
Drop the B, you get
See you you get back
Lyrical three-pack, miracle
Uhh, Lord Jamar the
Microphone serial killer, guerilla
You acting mysterious, we out to take this rap shit
Slap the out of your mouth, then 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 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 just flee

Now I'm a put a rush up on
Breeze on through like passes
Wiggle more asses aerobic classes
El kabong, my blaze them trees up like Cheech and Chong
Get that ass open like a pair of cheeks in thong
For sure dog, I don't mean to off pushy
Blaze your party hot, and have it like D'bussy
Spit my and drop my gem
Collect my wins and the Benz with the icy rims
I be dramatical, mathematical, thriller
The mic killa wreckin more than Godzilla
Matter of fact I'm more iller, knock your off the pillar
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 all the way from New Ro'
To Acapulco, white poos brown like
Flip def like so so

Come on, on, come on, yo
So get your back up off the
What, I said dance, come on, on
So put your up
Stop and pop somethin
Cornball niggaz stay frontin got nothin
Mad cause the life I lead, twice ya
Brown-skinned Miami, that's the I need
Light that weed, front nigga just bleed
Tryin to with y'all but I might just flee