Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Fuck Back

What the up?
DTP in mother fucker
And for all that don't like it
Do one thing, get the back
'Cause all my niggas is
Luda, 20, Fate,
Let's these mutha fuckers how we disturb the peace
Get the back, bitch!

that
Get the fuck
Luda make skull crack
that
Bitch, your whole on my nutsack
that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff
that?
People die tonight

Fuck
Get the back
D low your skull crack
Tuck
Bitch, your whole on my nutsack
that
Put it in weed, nigga, puff that
What's
People die tonight

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

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

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

I'm from the Southside, College
G road, niggas gone, ride when the starts
Don't hold back, let the heat
One's through his vest, one's through his
hollows lay the niggas to rest, uh

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

Fuck
Get the fuck
Shaw your skull crack
that
Bitch, your whole town better love
Cuff
Put it in weed, nigga, puff that
that?
People die tonight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These tryin' to scrub the red off
Stains they get off
They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang to set off
for gettin' cheddar, you're better off dead off
Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin' off

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

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

that
Get the back
We make your skull
that
Bitch, your whole better love that
that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff
that?
People die tonight

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