Luyện nghe bài hát Back up Off The Wall

No,
Uh,
Yeah, Nu' comin' through
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
Chain gang link I need a
y'all niggaz think I'm a do when I get real money
Iano keys played in
Peace to Cease
Microphone track board, chord, oh Lord
Promo number one X had a grenade
And the have next day I smashed the shit played
Now we delayed by days
You find me anyways
You return to the Terror dome, ain't nobody home
Non-haters play the corner in the
Crash crews smack the 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, some and chicken on a slab
There's enough for so y'all niggaz don't grab

Come on, come on, 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 ain't got
Mad cause the life I lead, twice ya
Brown-skinned Miami, the wife I need
that weed, front nigga might just bleed
Tryin to ball with but I might just flee

The second coming of
I'll make you run for your
It's like a gun up against a
You can win, when we fight to the end
I'm with the pen
Don't be going off the head, cause they be off the head
And showin off the of the mentally dead
I do the knowledge before any get said
get me red, hold on, Simply Red
Pimps be in rap, everybody's fed with that
Y'all go ahead with that
I'm trying to you where my head is at
Dread be the black
the B, you get lack
See you when you get
Lyrical three-pack, miracle
Uhh, Lord the imperial
serial killer, urban guerilla
You acting mysterious, we out to take this rap serious
Slap the taste out of your mouth, then out

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

Now I'm a put a up on molasses
Breeze on through like easy
Wiggle more asses than classes
El kabong, my people blaze them trees up like and Chong
Get that ass open like a pair of butt in thong
For sure dog, I don't mean to come off
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, thriller
The mic killa more shit than Godzilla
Matter of fact I'm more iller, your shit off the pillar
The four-wheeler touched every but vanilla
You know my name, my game, so shorty shake thang
I get you open like them ball-head on Rogaine
my flow all the way from New Ro'
To Acapulco, white poos like cocoa
Flip flows def so so

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