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 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 your skull
that
Bitch, whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff
What's
People gon' die

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

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

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

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

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

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
People die tonight

Fuck
Get the back
Shaw make your skull
that
Bitch, your whole town better love
that
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 lotta dope fiends, trying to the workers
Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to

of bitch that got the brown in my sock
Find me on tha block to cop a piece of the crop
Watch me, pull upon me real sweet in a
But if you with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got a letter from the government, the day
They told me that the bitches a shipment of my yay
They on their way, three 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, whole town's on my nutsack
that
Put it in weed, nigga, puff that
What's
People die tonight

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

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