Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Fuck Back

What the up?
DTP in this fucker
And for all ya'll that don't 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!

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

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

Bronson, mutha fucker, give me more than three
DTP in the club, we more 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 dealer then went broke
Infamous, I'm a value meal, I with the coke
I enough 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, leave kids in the
Catch 'em at locka
See 'em on Broadway and tap ass
Catch 'em in the swimming and overlap they ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You best pump brakes, 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

These people tryin' to the red off
they don't get off
They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang to set off
Barretas for cheddar, you're better off dead off
Yes, you can do it, cut his head off

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

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

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

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