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 convinced you to mention the mobb
Must of bent straight of the alcohol
Once you crossed path, fuck with that cash
Quick, fast a sick clique get up in that ass
Gold Pee nigga with the in his ass
Pretty Tone homey 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)
Letting the world know you a bitch ass (cat)
And how your own hood disrespect you where you at
They be hey all day how you let him do
Noyd and his clique I you better get at
But don't gas your dog he ain't built for
I will 'em all right through his fitted kiddap (cap)
Jump out with the midack (mack) on Broadway and
Right in 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 it's a game, better 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 never grind you're a Mr. Softy
Truly the Ruger will kill you
Then we see then yeah who the be
Smoke your little clique 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 kill me
Gon' my gun, sitting on your ear piece
your 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 niggas want beef you get right at me
QB nigga that's why you can't stand me (You cause . . .)

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

[Noyd - 3]
See we don't back down we go for pound
for tech right on the block 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 flossin' I'm airing it out
With the nine hollow tips man I'm 'em out
Listen out cause I'm out for that 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 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 to everything I love
Don't get it twist cause I twist niggas cap back
That QB gutter shit it bidack (back)

[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) you what a gangsta's bout