Luyện nghe bài hát Back up Off The Wall

No,
Uh,
Yeah, Nu' comin' through
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 back up off the

I'm feeling 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
to Lil' Cease
Microphone track board, chord, oh Lord
Promo number one Sadat X had a
And the have day I smashed the shit Allie played
Now we delayed by days
You better me anyways
You better return to the Terror dome, ain't home
Non-haters play the corner in the
Crash crews smack the open palm so you 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 in there all day
I had some smokes, some and chicken on a slab
There's for everybody so y'all niggaz don't grab

Come on, on, come on, yo
So get your back up off the
What, I said dance, on, come on
So put your up
Stop and pop somethin
Cornball stay frontin ain't got nothin
Mad cause the I lead, twice ya speed
Brown-skinned Miami, that's the wife I
Light that weed, front nigga might bleed
to ball 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 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, everybody's fed that
Y'all could go ahead with
I'm trying to show you where my is at
Dread be the black
Drop the B, you get
See you you get back
Lyrical three-pack, spiritual
Uhh, Lord Jamar the
serial killer, urban guerilla
You acting mysterious, we out to take this rap serious
Slap the out of your mouth, then break out

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

Now I'm a put a rush up on
on through like easy passes
Wiggle more asses than classes
El kabong, my blaze them trees up like Cheech and Chong
Get ass open like a pair of butt cheeks in thong
For sure dog, I don't mean to off pushy
Blaze your party hot, and have it smelling like
Spit my and drop my gem
my wins and copy the Benz with the icy rims
I be dramatical, mathematical, radical
The mic killa more shit than Godzilla
Matter of fact I'm more iller, knock your shit off the
The four-wheeler touched flava but vanilla
You know my name, my game, so shorty shake that
I get you like them ball-head niggaz on Rogaine
Spit my all the way from New Ro'
To Acapulco, poos brown like cocoa
flows def like so so

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