Luyện nghe bài hát Noyd - Air it Out

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

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

[Havoc - 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 a gangsta's (a)bout

[Noyd 2]
Ayo...Nigga back up off please
When you got tough, huh? you lost me
You never grind enough you're a Mr.
Truly the will kill you softly
we see then yeah who the boss be
Smoke your little clique a bag of the Hersey
How the fuck it's all good, Nigga the is thirsty
Peep the big six and you to test me
Gon' make my gun spit, niggas kill me
Gon' have my gun, on your ear piece
your 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 want beef you know get right at me
QB nigga that's why you stand me (You know cause . . .)

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

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

- 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 bout