Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Fuck Back

What the up?
DTP in this mother
And for all ya'll that like it
Do one thing, get the fuck
all my niggas is ready
Luda, 20, Fate,
Let's show these mutha how we disturb the peace
Get the back, bitch!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These people to scrub the red off
Stains they 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 fuckin' off

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

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

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

Bang bang kill a man let his 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 won't a thing change
Bang bang kill a man let his brains
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