Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Fuck Back

What the up?
DTP in this fucker
And for all ya'll don't like it
Do one thing, get the fuck
'Cause all my is ready
Luda, 20, Fate,
Let's show these fuckers how we disturb the peace
Get the back, bitch!

that
Get the back
Luda make your skull
Tuck
Bitch, whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff
Put it in weed, nigga, puff that
that?
People gon' die

Fuck
Get the fuck
D low make your crack
that
Bitch, your whole town's on my
Cuff
Put it in weed, nigga, puff that
that?
People die tonight

Bronson, mutha fucker, give me more three feet
DTP in the club, we comin' than three deep
whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters
Stayin' more to crunk, our bump like bad clippers

How many try to hustle with dealer then broke
Infamous, I'm a value meal, I with the coke
I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it way
push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee

I lick a load of you niggaz, leave in the hallways
Catch 'em at locka
See 'em on and tap they ass
Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap ass

I'm from the Southside, College
G road, gone, ride when the beef starts
hold back, let the heat spark
One's through his vest, through his chest
Sleepy hollows lay the to rest, uh

Fuck
Get the fuck
Luda make your crack
Tuck
Bitch, your whole town's on my
that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff
that?
People gon' die

that
Get the back
Shaw make your skull
Tuck
Bitch, your town better love that
Cuff
Put it in your weed, nigga, that
What's
People die tonight

you know about projects, hoes, and murder
Whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and
Whole dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers
lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface

Type of bitch that got the in my sock
Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the
Watch me, pull upon me sweet in a drop
But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the glock,

We pop bottles, bottle, right you head, niggas
Put nozzles, nozzles, right over leg, niggas
Our motto, motto is 'em instead, niggas
We 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas

All of ya'll is nice, half thugs, and half assed
The time I'm goin' half, is half on a half
But I use a full clip, 'cuz I'm a full fledged
Part time MC, full drug dealer

that
Get the fuck
Luda make your skull
Tuck
Bitch, your town's on my nutsack
that
Put it in weed, nigga, puff that
What's
People gon' die

that
Get the back
make your skull crack
Tuck
Bitch, your whole on my nutsacks
Cuff
Put it in your weed, nigga, that
What's
People die tonight

We the filthy from the south, A town represent us
armin' motherfuckers, like a Russian sickle
You got issues with us talkin' on Niks tapes
I'll catch you at a show and beat you a mix tape

You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood
I leave niggas like burps,
Just on pissin' me off, like a weak kidney
And you will find your family readin' your

These people tryin' to the red off
Stains don't get off
wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off
Barretas for gettin' cheddar, you're better off off
Yes, you can do it, cut his head off

I got a from the government, the other day
They told me the bitches caught a shipment of my yay
They on way, three minutes to get the K
Two minutes to get the weight, one and I'm a spray

that
Get the back
We your skull crack
that
Bitch, your whole town's on my
that
Put it in your weed, nigga, that
that?
People gon' die

Fuck
Get the fuck
We make your skull
Tuck
Bitch, your whole town love that
that
Put it in your weed, nigga, that
that?
People gon' die

Bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court, plead guilty
They put me in a ward, I'mma to maintain
But when I hit bricks a damn thing change
Bang bang a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court, plead insane
put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks won't a damn change