Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Fuck Back

What the up?
DTP in this 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 how we disturb the peace
Get the back, bitch!

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

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

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

How many try to hustle with then went broke
Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the
I gotta guns 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, kids in the hallways
Catch 'em at locka
See 'em on and tap they ass
'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass

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

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

that
Get the fuck
Shaw your skull crack
Tuck
Bitch, your whole town better that
Cuff
Put it in weed, nigga, puff that
What's
People gon' die

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

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 fuckin' with my paper, the heat from the glock, nigga

We pop bottles, bottle, over you head, niggas
Put nozzles, nozzles, over 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, thugs, and half assed
The only time I'm goin' half, is half on a
But I use a clip, 'cuz I'm a full fledged killa
Part time MC, full drug dealer

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

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

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

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

people 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 gettin' cheddar, you're better off off
Yes, you can do it, cut his head 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 minutes to get the weight, one and I'm a spray

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

Fuck
Get the fuck
We your skull crack
Tuck
Bitch, your whole better love that
that
Put it in your weed, nigga, that
that?
People die tonight

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