Luyện nghe bài hát Noyd - Air it Out

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

[Noyd 1]
I know what convinced you to mention the mobb
Must of been straight of the alcohol
you crossed that path, fuck with that cash
Quick, fast have a sick clique get up in ass
Gold Pee nigga the cracks in his ass
Tone homey with the mack in the grass
They buck you then your boo where she shit at
Then we profit from it, and spit it on the (track)
Letting the world know you a ass kidat (cat)
And how your own hood disrespect you where you at
be hey all day how you let him do that
Noyd and his I think you better get at
But don't gas your dog he ain't for that
I will spit 'em all through his fitted 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 a game, better bring those things
He Gon'(na) show you a gangsta's (a)bout

-Verse 2]
Ayo...Nigga better up off please
When you got tough, huh? thun you me
You never enough you're a Mr. Softy
Truly the Ruger will kill you
Then we see then who the boss be
Smoke your little clique like a bag of the
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, y'all kill me
Gon' have my gun, sitting on your ear
Having bitch screaming please don't kill me
I don't owe you and I ain't your daddy
I own the six I own the "Navi"
And I'm sitting this nigga sweet like candy
You want beef you know get right at me
QB nigga why you can't stand me (You know cause . . .)

- 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

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

[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 what a bout