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 convinced you to the mobb
Must of been straight of the alcohol
Once you crossed that path, fuck that cash
Quick, fast a sick clique get up in that ass
Gold Pee nigga the cracks in his ass
Pretty Tone homey with the in the grass
They buck you then fuck your boo she shit at
we profit from it, and spit it on the tridack (track)
Letting the world know you a ass kidat (cat)
And how your own hood you where you live 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 spit 'em all right through his 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!

- Hook 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 better up off please
When you got tough, huh? you lost me
You never grind enough a Mr. Softy
Truly the Ruger kill you softly
Then we see yeah who the boss be
Smoke little clique like a bag of the Hersey
How the fuck it's all good, the hood is thirsty
the big six and you want to test me
Gon' make my gun spit, y'all niggas me
Gon' my gun, sitting on your ear piece
Having your bitch screaming don't kill me
I owe you shit 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 stand me (You know cause . . .)

[Havoc - 2X]
The word is out, is out
And he to Air it out
Oh y'all it's a game, better bring those things
He Gon'(na) you what a gangsta's bout

- Verse 3]
See we don't back down we go pound for
Tech for tech on the block emptying clips
Buck something leave fuckas hitting the deck
And then one by one motha be dead
The word is out, is out
coast, Weat coast down to the dirty south
Catch anybody I'm airing it out
With the nine hollow man I'm spittin' 'em out
Listen out cause I'm out for that bling
That and that chain put a bullet in your brain
Not a thing I'm a gangsta this is I do
Go to war the bangers and eat niggas food
When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' that's how it is
If I'm I'm flying word to everything I love
Don't get it twist nigga cause I twist niggas cap
That QB shit bringing it bidack (back)

[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 what a gangsta's