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

[Noyd 2]
Ayo...Nigga back up off please
When you got tough, huh? thun you me
You never enough you're a Mr. Softy
Truly the Ruger kill you softly
Then we see then who the boss be
your little clique like a bag of the Hersey
How the fuck it's all good, Nigga the 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 please 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 deep this nigga sweet candy
You niggas want you know get right at me
QB that's why you can't stand me (You know cause . . .)

[Havoc - 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 a gangsta's bout

[Noyd - 3]
See we back down we go pound for pound
Tech for right on the block emptying clips
Buck something motha 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 dirty
Catch anybody I'm airing it out
With the nine tips man I'm spittin' 'em out
Listen out cause I'm emptying out for that
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 bangers and eat niggas
When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' that's how it is
If I'm lying I'm word to everything I love
Don't get it twist nigga cause I twist niggas cap
That QB shit bringing it bidack (back)

- Hook 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