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 love your ass
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 Peter
to stick me for five bricks
But his broads the

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

Scopin' out the little blaze
Bitch trickin'
Fuckin' with my
Gonna get her kicked in

A'yo Spliff, what you at?
Them bitches over
Or bitches over there
Or them right here?
Nah, that nigga on
Motherfucker still drunk Bacardi and lime

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

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

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

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

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

Any try to set you up
I got your
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
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 for fronting
Yo, where the that was with the nigga?

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

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

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

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

I don't know for
But I think the nigga live with is
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 she ain't even looking
Still all fucked up from the ass-whuppin
Chop the up

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

Oh shit, yo I hear somebody
the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running
Fuck that, there the go right 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 five in his head and him in the bedspread
Fled from the without nobody seeing me
My squad to secrecy
If anybody ask about him we seen him recently
I got back

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

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

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

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