Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Your Back

Catching my
Rob the passenger, the last
You lone my squad?
Fuck y'all, we love your ass neither
Way off the

Yo Bus, me and Spliff, we got
alright
Let's get up inside of Cheetah's
Go up in
And see motherfucker named Peter
Tried to stick me for five
But his the schemer

Word is bond, I murder any
That fuck my niggas
Blow a hole up in body
Straight your figure
where Rah Digga?

Scopin' out the little chicken
Bitch trickin'
with my niggas
Gonna get her kicked in

Spliff, what you starting at?
Them over there
Or them bitches over
Or them right here?
Nah, that on line
still drunk off'a Bacardi and lime

Spliff, I this way
If it's for my squad, play
Back him the door
Patch his body with

Mop up the
Splatter nigga's on the walls
that nigga's shit
Make the suffer for yours

And if run up in your crib again
I got back
keep the heat on me son
I got back

I'ma you down until I die
I got back
And if you ever stacks, yo
I got your

If I kill him and get
I got your
And if your bail is a G's
I got back

Any try to set you up
I got your
Yo let me set this off first, what?
I got your

Fuck
Bash his face for a
Cock the
Make his chest cave in

Ooh, is changing
My whole is racing
this nigga shit like horror flicks
Wes

A'yo Bus, Spliff,
(Fuck you 'bout?)
Don't do that nothing
(Fuck that)
that nigga's family up just for fronting
Yo, where the bitch was with the nigga?

Caught her the left
her by the halter, bitch bloody to death
Then the ho starts 'bout her hair and nails
stomped with the shells
I heard the bitch-nigga

Caught Peter, man, by the
Looked me in the eye and even know
I was his keeper
Slap the nigga, through him in the

and deeper
Nigga's start to black out, straight Grim Reaper
Still lookin for nigga Peter
Chill, bounce
is high on 'bout a half an ounce
If he's hiding, we find him on the eye of a needle

Yeah the shit I'm talking bout
go fuck with his peoples
Nigga got a
Yeah, she up in Kids World

I don't for sure
But I the nigga live with is girl
There the nigga
Let's hit him the 4-5 chrome

Spliff, we gon' trail this nigga's bitch ass home
Rush the
Kill the while she ain't even looking
Still all fucked up from the last
the bitch up

Caught up in foul mix-up
wide open, bitch'll need a major stitch-up
Dig a up where no blood-hound'll sniff up
Yo, bury that bitch, don't leave a scent for to pick up

Oh shit, yo I hear somebody
From the upstairs bathroom where I hear the running
Fuck that, there the motherfucker go there
I want a morgue for him, make nigga's crew pall-bear
Yo, let me him

Wait, that, let me go kiss him
Put in his head and wrap him in the bedspread
Fled the scenery without nobody seeing me
My squad sworn to
If anybody ask about him we ain't him recently
I got back

Any nigga try to front
I got your
And if you ever my burner son
I got back

I hit you with my last, god
I got your
Any bitch step outta
I got back

And if I co-defend you
I got back
Let me that nigga talking shit
I got your
I go against the for my squad
I got back

I got back
I got your
I got your
I got back