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 back
'Cause all my is ready
Luda, 20, Fate,
show these mutha fuckers how we disturb the peace
Get the back, bitch!

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

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

Bronson, mutha fucker, give me than three feet
DTP in the club, we comin' more than three
Your crew 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 broke
Infamous, I'm a meal, I come with the coke
I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it way
I'll push wig back like finger waves or bad toupee

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

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

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

that
Get the back
make your skull crack
Tuck
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
lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners
Whole dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers
Whole lotta feds, got them niggas to surface

Type of that got the brown in my sock
Find me on tha block to cop a piece of the crop
Watch me, pull me real 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 your leg, niggas
Our motto, motto is kill 'em instead,
We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig,

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

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

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

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

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

people tryin' 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 the government, the other day
They told me that the caught a shipment of my yay
They on their way, minutes to get the K
Two to get the weight, one minute and I'm a spray

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

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

Bang bang kill a man let his hang
And I'm in the court, plead guilty insane
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 a damn thing change