Luyện nghe bài hát Back up Off The Wall

No,
Uh,
Yeah, Brand Nu' comin'
Island, Harlem 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 than running raw
Chain link I need a shrink
What y'all niggaz think I'm a do when I get real
keys played in series
Peace to Cease
Microphone board, loose chord, oh Lord
Promo one Sadat X had a grenade
And the next day I smashed the shit Allie played
Now we by ninety days
You find me anyways
You better return to the Terror dome, nobody home
Non-haters play the corner in the
crews smack the open palm so you don't bruise
You a button and what happens nothing
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 for everybody so y'all niggaz don't grab

on, come on, come 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 stay frontin ain't got nothin
Mad cause the life I lead, ya speed
Brown-skinned Miami, that's the I need
Light that weed, front nigga might bleed
Tryin to ball with y'all but I might flee

The second coming of
I'll you run for your life
It's like a gun up a knife
You can never win, we fight to the end
I'm with the pen
Don't be going off the head, cause be blown off the head
And showin off the skills of the dead
I do the before any words 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 you where my head is at
Dread be the positive
the B, you get lack
See you when you get
three-pack, spiritual miracle
Uhh, Lord Jamar the
Microphone serial killer, guerilla
You acting mysterious, we out to take rap shit serious
Slap the taste out of your mouth, break out

Come on, on, come on, yo
So get your up off the wall
What, I said dance, come on, on
So put your up
Stop and pop somethin
niggaz stay frontin ain't got nothin
Mad cause the 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 passes
Wiggle more than aerobic 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 come off
Blaze your 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 killa more shit than Godzilla
Matter of fact I'm more iller, knock your shit off the
The four-wheeler touched every but vanilla
You know my name, my game, so shake that thang
I get you open them ball-head niggaz on Rogaine
Spit my all the way from New Ro'
To Acapulco, poos brown like cocoa
Flip def like so so

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