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 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 motherfucker named
Tried to stick me for bricks
But his broads the

Word is bond, I murder any
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' with my
Gonna get her face in

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

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

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

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

I'ma you down until I die
I got back
And if you ever stacks, yo
I got your

If I kill him and get
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 shit off first, what?
I got back

Fuck
Bash his face for a
Cock the
Make his chest cave in

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know for sure
But I think the live with is girl
the nigga goes
Let's hit him with the 4-5

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

up in this foul mix-up
Tore wide open, bitch'll a major stitch-up
Dig a ditch up where no blood-hound'll up
Yo, bury that bitch, don't leave a scent for dogs to up

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

Wait, that, let me go kiss 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 him we ain't seen him recently
I got your

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

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