Luyện nghe bài hát Noyd - Air it Out

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

[Noyd 1]
I know what convinced you to mention the mobb
Must of bent straight of the alcohol
Once you crossed path, fuck with that cash
Quick, fast have a sick get up in that ass
Gold Pee nigga the cracks in his ass
Pretty homey with the mack in the grass
They buck you fuck your boo where she shit at
Then we from it, and spit it on the tridack (track)
Letting the world know you a ass kidat (cat)
And how own hood disrespect 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 don't gas your dog he ain't built for
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 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 (a)bout

[Noyd 2]
Ayo...Nigga better back up off
When you got tough, huh? thun you me
You never grind enough you're a Mr.
Truly the Ruger will you softly
Then we see then who the boss be
Smoke your little clique like a bag of the
How the fuck it's all good, Nigga the is thirsty
Peep the big six and you to test me
make my gun spit, y'all niggas kill me
Gon' have my gun, on your ear piece
Having your bitch screaming please don't me
I owe you shit 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 beef 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 think it's a game, better bring those things
He Gon'(na) you what a gangsta's bout

- Verse 3]
See we back down we go pound for pound
Tech for tech right on the block emptying
Buck something motha fuckas hitting the deck
And then one by one fuckas be dead
The is out, Noyd is out
East coast, Weat down to the dirty south
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 bling
That watch and that chain put a in your brain
Not a thing I'm a gangsta is what I do
Go to war wuth the bangers and eat 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 a game, better bring those things
He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's