Luyện nghe bài hát Noyd - Air it Out

[Noyd
gon'(na) die in this bitch
We to "air it out"

[Noyd 1]
I don't know what convinced you to the mobb
Must of bent straight of the alcohol
Once you that path, fuck with that cash
Quick, have a sick clique get up in that ass
Gold Pee nigga with the in his ass
Pretty Tone homey with the in the grass
They buck you then fuck boo where she shit at
Then we profit it, and spit it on the tridack (track)
the world know you a bitch ass kidat (cat)
And how your own hood disrespect you you live at
be hey all day how you let him do that
Noyd and his clique I think you get at
But don't gas your dog he built for that
I will spit 'em all right through his kiddap (cap)
Jump out with the (mack) on Broadway and Housten
Right in front of and put it in efidack (effect)
I'm a pay!

- Hook 2X]
The is out, Noyd is out
And he to Air it out
Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring things
He Gon'(na) you what a gangsta's (a)bout

-Verse 2]
Ayo...Nigga back up off please
When you got tough, huh? thun you me
You never grind you're a Mr. Softy
Truly the will kill you softly
Then we see then who the boss be
Smoke your little clique like a bag of the
How the it's all good, Nigga the hood is thirsty
Peep the big six and you want to me
Gon' make my gun spit, niggas kill me
Gon' have my gun, on your ear piece
Having bitch screaming please don't kill me
I don't owe you shit and I your daddy
I own the six I own the "Navi"
And I'm sitting deep nigga sweet like candy
You niggas want beef you get right at me
QB nigga that's why you can't me (You know cause . . .)

- Hook 2X]
The is out, Noyd is out
And he to Air it out
Oh y'all think a game, better bring those things
He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's

[Noyd - 3]
See we don't back down we go for pound
Tech for tech on the block emptying clips
Buck something leave motha fuckas the deck
And then one by one fuckas be dead
The word is out, is out
East coast, coast down to the dirty south
anybody flossin' I'm airing it out
With the nine hollow man I'm spittin' 'em out
Listen out cause I'm out for that bling
That watch and that chain put a bullet in your
Not a thing I'm a this is what I do
Go to war wuth the bangers and eat food
When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' how it is thun
If I'm lying I'm flying to everything I love
Don't get it twist nigga cause I twist niggas cap
QB gutter shit bringing it bidack (back)

[Havoc - 2X]
The is out, Noyd is out
And he to Air it out
Oh y'all think it's a game, better those things
He Gon'(na) show you a gangsta's bout