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 your ass neither
Way off the

Yo Bus, me and Spliff, we got
alright
Let's get drink up inside of
Go up in
And see this motherfucker named
Tried to stick me for bricks
But his broads the

is bond, I murder any bitch
That fuck my niggas
Blow a hole up in your
Straight your figure
A'yo Rah Digga?

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

A'yo Spliff, you starting at?
Them bitches there
Or bitches over there
Or them bitches right
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 body gauze

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

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

I'ma hold you down 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 bail is a G's
I got your

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deeper and
vision start to black out, straight Grim Reaper
Still for that nigga Peter
Chill, bounce
Spliff is high on 'bout a an ounce
If he's hiding, we find 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 work up in Kids

I don't know for
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
Rush the
Kill the bitch while she ain't even
Still all up from the last ass-whuppin
the bitch up

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

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

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

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

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 snuff nigga talking shit
I got back
I go against the world for my
I got back

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