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
gang link I need a shrink
What y'all niggaz think I'm a do when I get money
Iano keys in series
to Lil' Cease
Microphone track board, chord, oh Lord
Promo one Sadat X had a grenade
And the have next day I smashed the shit played
Now we delayed by ninety
You better me anyways
You better to the Terror dome, ain't nobody home
play the corner in the elevator
Crash smack the open palm so you don't bruise
You push a button and what happens
I push one and a man with a gun in the doorway
I'm in 4A, I been in all day
I had some smokes, some and chicken on a slab
There's enough for so y'all niggaz don't grab

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

The second of Christ
make you run for your life
It's like a gun up against a
You can win, when we fight to the end
I'm with the pen
Don't be going off the head, cause they be off the head
And off the skills of the mentally dead
I do the before any words 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 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, Jamar the imperial
Microphone killer, urban guerilla
You acting mysterious, we out to take this rap shit
Slap the out of your mouth, then break out

on, come 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 stay frontin ain't got nothin
Mad the life I lead, twice ya speed
Miami, that's 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
on through like easy passes
Wiggle more asses aerobic classes
El kabong, my people blaze them up like Cheech and Chong
Get that ass open like a pair of butt cheeks in
For sure dog, I don't mean to off pushy
Blaze your party hot, and have it like D'bussy
my phlegm and drop my gem
Collect my and copy the Benz with the icy rims
I be dramatical, mathematical, radical
The mic wreckin more shit than Godzilla
of fact I'm more iller, knock your shit off the pillar
The four-wheeler touched every flava but
You know my name, my game, so shake that thang
I get you like them ball-head niggaz on Rogaine
Spit my flow all the way New Ro'
To Acapulco, poos brown like cocoa
Flip def like so so

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