Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Your Back

Catching my
Rob the passenger, the griever
You lone my squad?
Fuck y'all, we don't love ass neither
Way off the

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

Word is bond, I murder any
That fuck with my
a hole up in your body
Straight dismantle your
A'yo Rah Digga?

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

A'yo Spliff, you starting at?
Them over there
Or bitches over there
Or them bitches right
Nah, that nigga on
Motherfucker still drunk off'a and lime

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

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

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

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

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

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

waiting
Bash his for a statement
Cock the
his whole chest cave in

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

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

her with the left
Choked her by the halter, bloody to death
Then the ho starts 'bout her hair and nails
stomped with the shells
I heard the yell

Peter, man, by the speaker
Looked me in the eye and even know
I was his brother's
the nigga, through him in the sleeper

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

Yeah the shit I'm talking bout
Let's go fuck with his
got a sister?
Yeah, she work up in World

I don't know for
But I think the nigga live with is
the nigga goes
Let's hit him the 4-5 chrome

Chill Spliff, we gon' trail nigga's bitch ass home
the crib
Kill the bitch while she ain't looking
Still all fucked up from the ass-whuppin
the bitch up

Caught up in this mix-up
Tore wide open, bitch'll need a major
Dig a ditch up where no blood-hound'll up
Yo, bury that bitch, don't a scent for dogs to pick up

Oh shit, yo I hear coming
From the upstairs bathroom where I the water running
that, there the motherfucker go right 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 head and wrap him in the
Fled from the without nobody seeing me
My squad sworn to
If anybody ask about him we ain't seen him
I got back

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

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

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

I got back
I got back
I got back
I got back