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 better feeling than raw
Chain link I need a shrink
What y'all niggaz think I'm a do I get real money
Iano played in series
Peace to Cease
Microphone track board, chord, oh Lord
number one Sadat X had a grenade
And the have next day I smashed the shit played
Now we by ninety days
You better find me
You better to the Terror dome, ain't nobody 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 push one and there's a man with a gun in the
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 niggaz don't grab

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

The second of Christ
I'll make you run for life
like a gun up against a knife
You can never win, we fight to the end
I'm with the pen
Don't be off the head, cause they be blown off the head
And showin off the of the mentally dead
I do the knowledge before any words get
get me red, hold on, Simply Red
Pimps be dead in rap, fed with that
Y'all could go with that
I'm trying to you where 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 rap shit serious
Slap the out of your mouth, then break out

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 and pop somethin
niggaz stay frontin ain't got nothin
Mad the life 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 just flee

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

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