Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Your Back

Catching my
Rob the passenger, the griever
You don't my squad?
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 of Cheetah's
Go up in
And see this motherfucker named
Tried to stick me for bricks
But his the schemer

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

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

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

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

Mop up the
nigga's blood on the walls
Bust nigga's shit
Make the suffer 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 until I die
I got your
And if you need stacks, yo
I got back

If I kill him and get
I got back
And if bail is a hundred G's
I got back

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

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

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

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

Caught her with the
Choked her by the halter, bitch to death
the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and nails
Gettin' stomped with the
I heard the bitch-nigga

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

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

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

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

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

Caught up in foul mix-up
Tore wide open, bitch'll a major stitch-up
Dig a up where 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 upstairs bathroom 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 in his head and wrap him in the bedspread
Fled the scenery without nobody seeing me
My squad to secrecy
If anybody ask about him we ain't him recently
I got your

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

I hit you with my last, god
I got your
Any bitch outta place
I got back

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

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