Luyện nghe bài hát Noyd - Air it Out

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

Verse 1]
I don't know what convinced you to mention the
of been bent straight of the alcohol
Once you crossed that path, with that cash
Quick, fast have a clique get up in that ass
Gold Pee with the cracks in his ass
Pretty Tone homey with the mack in the
They you then fuck your boo where she shit 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 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 spit 'em all right through his kiddap (cap)
Jump out 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) you what a gangsta's (a)bout

[Noyd 2]
Ayo...Nigga back up off please
When you got tough, thun you lost me
You never grind you're a Mr. Softy
the Ruger will kill you softly
Then we see then yeah who the 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, y'all niggas me
Gon' my gun, sitting on your ear piece
Having your bitch 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 deep this nigga sweet like candy
You niggas want you know get right at me
QB nigga that's why you can't stand me (You cause . . .)

[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) 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 clips
Buck something leave motha fuckas the deck
And then one by one fuckas be dead
The is out, Noyd is out
East coast, Weat down to the dirty south
anybody flossin' I'm airing it out
With the nine tips man I'm spittin' 'em out
Listen out cause I'm emptying out for bling
That watch and that chain put a bullet in your
Not a thing I'm a gangsta this is I do
Go to war wuth the and eat niggas food
I'm starvin' I'm robbin' that's how it is thun
If I'm lying I'm word to everything I love
Don't get it nigga cause I twist niggas cap back
That QB gutter bringing it bidack (back)

[Havoc - 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 what a gangsta's