Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Your Back

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

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

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

Scopin' out the blaze chicken
Bitch stay
with my niggas
Gonna get her kicked in

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

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

Mop up the
Splatter blood on the walls
Bust that shit
Make the suffer for yours

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

I'ma hold you until I die
I got back
And if you need 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 back
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, is changing
My whole adrenaline is
Blow this nigga like horror flicks
Wes

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

her with the left
Choked her by the halter, bloody to death
Then the ho starts 'bout her hair and nails
Gettin' with the shells
I heard the bitch-nigga

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

Deeper and
Nigga's vision start to out, straight Grim Reaper
Still lookin for that nigga
Chill, bounce
is high on 'bout a half 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 with his peoples
got a sister?
Yeah, she work up in Kids

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

Spliff, we gon' trail this nigga's bitch ass home
Rush the
Kill the bitch while she ain't looking
Still all fucked up from the last
Chop the up

Caught up in this foul
Tore wide open, bitch'll a major stitch-up
Dig a ditch up no blood-hound'll sniff up
Yo, bury that bitch, leave a scent for dogs to pick up

Oh shit, yo I hear coming
From the upstairs bathroom where I the water running
Fuck that, there the motherfucker go right
I want a morgue for him, 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 scenery nobody seeing me
My squad sworn to
If anybody ask about him we ain't him recently
I got back

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

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

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

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