Luyện nghe bài hát Noyd - Air it Out

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

[Noyd 1]
I don't know what you to mention the mobb
of been bent straight of the alcohol
Once you that path, fuck with that cash
Quick, fast have a sick get up in that ass
Gold Pee with the cracks in his ass
Pretty Tone with the mack in the grass
They buck you then fuck your boo where she 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 you where you live at
be hey all day how you let him do that
Noyd and his clique I you better get at
But gas your dog he ain't built for that
I will spit 'em all right through his kiddap (cap)
Jump out with the midack (mack) on and Housten
in front of thousand 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 it's a game, bring those things
He Gon'(na) show you a gangsta's (a)bout

-Verse 2]
Ayo...Nigga better back up off
When you got tough, huh? thun you me
You grind enough you're a Mr. Softy
Truly the will kill you softly
Then we see then who the boss be
Smoke your clique like a bag of the Hersey
How the fuck all good, Nigga the hood is thirsty
Peep the big six and you to test me
Gon' make my gun spit, y'all niggas me
Gon' have my gun, sitting on ear piece
Having your bitch please don't kill me
I don't owe you shit and I ain't your
I own the six I own the "Navi"
And I'm sitting deep this nigga like candy
You niggas want beef you know get at me
QB nigga that's why you can't 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) show you what a bout

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