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 your ass
Way off the

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

Word is bond, I any bitch
That fuck with my
Blow a hole up in your
Straight dismantle figure
where Rah Digga?

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 shit off first, what?
I got back

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

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

Bus, Spliff, chill
(Fuck you 'bout?)
Don't do that nothing
(Fuck that)
Blow that nigga's up just 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 crying 'bout her hair and nails
Gettin' stomped with the
I heard the bitch-nigga

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

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

Yeah that's the shit I'm bout
Let's go fuck 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 goes
hit him with the 4-5 chrome

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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