Luyện nghe bài hát Back up Off The Wall

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

I'm better feeling than raw
gang link I need a shrink
What y'all niggaz think I'm a do I get real money
keys played in series
Peace to Cease
track board, loose chord, oh Lord
Promo number one X had a grenade
And the have next day I smashed the shit Allie
Now we by ninety days
You find me anyways
You return to the Terror dome, ain't nobody home
Non-haters play the corner in the
crews smack the open palm so you don't bruise
You push a button and happens nothing
I one and there's a man with a gun in the doorway
I'm in 4A, I in there all day
I had smokes, some bitches and chicken on a slab
enough for everybody so y'all niggaz don't grab

Come on, come on, on, yo
So get back up off the wall
What, I said dance, on, come on
So put hands 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
Tryin to ball with but I might just flee

The coming of Christ
make you run for your life
It's like a gun up against a
You can never win, when we to the end
I'm tight the pen
Don't be going off the head, cause they be blown off the
And off the skills of the mentally dead
I do the knowledge before any get said
Herbs get me red, on, Simply Red
Pimps be dead in rap, everybody's fed with
Y'all could go ahead that
I'm trying to you where my head is at
Dread be the black
Drop the B, you get
See you when you get
Lyrical three-pack, spiritual
Uhh, Jamar the imperial
Microphone serial killer, urban
You acting mysterious, we out to take rap shit serious
Slap the taste out of your mouth, break out

Come on, come on, on, yo
So get your up off the wall
What, I said dance, come on, 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, that's the wife I
Light that weed, front nigga just bleed
Tryin to ball with y'all but I might just

Now I'm a put a up on molasses
Breeze on through easy passes
Wiggle asses than aerobic classes
El kabong, my people blaze trees up like Cheech and Chong
Get that ass open like a of butt cheeks in thong
For sure dog, I don't mean to come off
Blaze your party hot, and have it like D'bussy
my phlegm and drop my gem
Collect my wins and the Benz with the icy rims
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 every flava but vanilla
You know my name, my game, so shorty shake that
I get you open like them niggaz on Rogaine
my flow all the way from New Ro'
To Acapulco, white brown like cocoa
flows def like so so

Come on, on, come on, yo
So get your up off the wall
What, I said dance, on, come on
So put your 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 nigga might bleed
Tryin to ball with y'all but I might just