Luyện nghe bài hát Back up Off The Wall

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

I'm better feeling than raw
Chain link I need a shrink
y'all niggaz think I'm a do when I get real money
Iano keys played in
Peace to Cease
Microphone track board, loose chord, oh
Promo number one Sadat X had a
And the have next day I smashed the shit played
Now we delayed by days
You find me anyways
You better return to the Terror dome, ain't 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 one and there's 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
enough for everybody so y'all niggaz don't grab

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

The coming of Christ
I'll make you run for your
It's a gun up against a knife
You can never win, when we 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, everybody's fed with
Y'all go ahead with that
I'm trying to show you where my is at
be the positive black
Drop the B, you get
See you you get back
Lyrical three-pack, spiritual
Uhh, Lord the imperial
serial killer, urban guerilla
You acting mysterious, we out to this rap shit serious
the taste out of your mouth, then break out

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

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

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