Luyện nghe bài hát Noyd - Air it Out

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

[Noyd 1]
I don't what convinced you to mention the mobb
Must of been bent of the alcohol
you crossed that path, fuck with that cash
Quick, fast have a sick get up in that ass
Gold Pee nigga with the in his ass
Pretty Tone homey with the mack in the
They you then fuck your boo where she shit at
Then we from it, and spit it on the tridack (track)
the world know you a bitch ass kidat (cat)
And how your own hood disrespect you where you 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 for that
I will spit 'em all right through his fitted (cap)
out with the midack (mack) on Broadway and Housten
Right in of thousand and put it in efidack (effect)
I'm a pay!

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

-Verse 2]
Ayo...Nigga back up off please
When you got tough, huh? you lost me
You never grind enough a Mr. Softy
Truly the Ruger will you softly
we see then yeah who the boss be
Smoke your little clique 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' make my gun spit, y'all kill 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 know get at me
QB nigga that's why you can't me (You know 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 what a bout

[Noyd - 3]
See we don't back down we go for pound
Tech for tech right on the block emptying
Buck something leave motha fuckas the deck
And then one by one motha fuckas be
The word is out, is out
East coast, Weat down to the dirty south
anybody 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
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 food
When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' how it is thun
If I'm lying I'm flying word to I love
Don't get it twist nigga cause I twist cap back
That QB shit bringing it bidack (back)

- Hook 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 gangsta's