Luyện nghe bài hát Noyd - Air it Out

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

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

[Noyd 2]
Ayo...Nigga better up off please
you got tough, huh? thun you lost me
You never grind enough you're a Mr.
Truly the Ruger will kill you
we see then yeah who the boss be
Smoke your little clique a bag of the Hersey
How the fuck all good, Nigga the hood is thirsty
the big six and you want to test me
Gon' my gun spit, y'all niggas kill me
Gon' have my gun, sitting on your ear
Having your bitch screaming don't kill me
I owe you shit and I ain't your daddy
I own the six I own the "Navi"
And I'm deep this nigga sweet like candy
You niggas want beef you get right at me
QB nigga that's why you can't stand me (You cause . . .)

[Havoc - 2X]
The word is out, 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

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

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