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

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

Fuck
Get the fuck
D low make your skull
Tuck
Bitch, your whole on my nutsack
that
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' more three deep
Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real getters
Stayin' more to crunk, our bump like bad clippers

How try to hustle with dealer then went broke
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 waves or bad toupee

I lick a load of you niggaz, leave kids in the
Catch 'em at they
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
Don't hold back, let the heat
One's through his vest, through his chest
Sleepy hollows lay the to rest, uh

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

that
Get the back
Shaw make your skull
that
Bitch, your town better love that
that
Put it in your weed, nigga, that
that?
People gon' die

What you know projects, hoes, and murder
Whole lotta game, whole lotta and burners
Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to the workers
Whole lotta feds, got them niggas to surface

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

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

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

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

that
Get the back
Fate your skull crack
that
Bitch, your whole town's on my
that
Put it in your weed, nigga, that
What's
gon' die tonight

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

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

These tryin' to scrub the red off
Stains don't get off
They wanted to bring the pain, so this 'bout to set off
Barretas for 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 told me that the bitches 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

Fuck
Get the fuck
We make your skull
that
Bitch, your town's on my nutsack
Cuff
Put it in weed, nigga, puff that
What's
gon' die tonight

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

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