Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Your Back

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

Yo Bus, me and Spliff, we got
Everything's
Let's get drink up of Cheetah's
Go up in
And see this 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 where Rah

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

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

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

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

And if run up in your crib again
I got your
Always keep the 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 kill him and get
I got back
And if your bail is a G's
I got your

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

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

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

Bus, Spliff, chill
(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
Choked her by the halter, bloody to death
Then the ho starts 'bout her hair and nails
Gettin' stomped with the
I the bitch-nigga yell

Caught Peter, man, by the
me in the eye and didn't even know
I was his keeper
the nigga, through him in the sleeper

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

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

I know for sure
But I think the nigga with is girl
There the 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 even looking
all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin
Chop the up

Caught up in this mix-up
Tore wide open, 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
the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running
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 wrap him in the
from the scenery without nobody seeing me
My sworn to secrecy
If anybody ask about him we ain't seen him
I got your

Any nigga 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 your
Any bitch step place
I got back

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

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