Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Your Back

Catching my
Rob the passenger, the last
You don't lone my
Fuck y'all, we don't love 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 bricks
But his broads the

Word is bond, I any bitch
fuck with my niggas
Blow a up in your body
dismantle your figure
A'yo Rah Digga?

Scopin' out the little chicken
Bitch trickin'
Fuckin' with my
Gonna get her face in

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

Spliff, I this way
If for my squad, let's play
him 'gainst the door
Patch his with gauze

Mop up the
nigga's blood on the walls
Bust that shit
Make the nigga for yours

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

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

If I him and get knocked
I got back
And if your is a hundred G's
I got back

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

Fuck
his face for a statement
Cock the
his whole chest cave in

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

A'yo Bus, Spliff,
(Fuck you 'bout?)
do that nigga nothing
(Fuck that)
Blow nigga's family up just for fronting
Yo, where the that was with the nigga?

Caught her with the
Choked her by the halter, bitch to death
Then the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and
stomped with the shells
I heard the yell

Peter, man, by the speaker
Looked me in the eye and didn't know
I was his brother's
Slap the nigga, him in the sleeper

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

Yeah that's the I'm talking bout
Let's go fuck his peoples
Nigga got a
Yeah, she work up in World

I know for sure
But I think the nigga live is girl
There the goes
hit him with the 4-5 chrome

Chill Spliff, we gon' trail this nigga's ass home
the crib
Kill the bitch while she even looking
Still all fucked up the last ass-whuppin
Chop the up

Caught up in foul mix-up
Tore wide open, bitch'll a major stitch-up
Dig a ditch up no blood-hound'll sniff up
Yo, bury that bitch, leave a scent for dogs to pick up

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

Wait, before that, let me go him
Put five in his 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 your

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

A'yo I hit you my last, god
I got your
Any bitch step place
I got back

And if I gotta you
I got back
Let me snuff that nigga talking
I got back
I go against the for my squad
I got your

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