Luyện nghe bài hát Noyd - Air it Out

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

[Noyd 1]
I don't what convinced you to mention the mobb
Must of bent straight of the alcohol
you crossed that path, fuck with that cash
Quick, fast have a sick clique get up in ass
Gold Pee nigga with the in his ass
Pretty Tone with the mack in the grass
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 where you at
They be hey all day how you let him do
Noyd and his clique I think you get at
But don't gas your dog he built for that
I spit 'em all right through his fitted 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 it's a game, bring those things
He Gon'(na) show you what a (a)bout

-Verse 2]
Ayo...Nigga better up off please
When you got tough, huh? you lost me
You never enough you're a Mr. Softy
Truly the Ruger kill you softly
Then we see then who the boss be
Smoke your little like a bag of the Hersey
How the it's all good, Nigga the hood 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 bitch screaming please don't 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 like candy
You niggas want beef you know get at me
QB nigga 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 those things
He Gon'(na) show you a gangsta's bout

- Verse 3]
See we don't back we go pound for pound
Tech for tech right on the block emptying
Buck something leave fuckas hitting the deck
And then one by one motha fuckas be
The word is out, is out
East coast, Weat down to the dirty south
Catch flossin' I'm airing it out
With the nine hollow man I'm spittin' 'em out
Listen out cause I'm emptying out for bling
That watch and chain put a bullet in your brain
Not a thing I'm a gangsta is what I do
Go to war the bangers and eat niggas 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 cause I twist niggas cap back
QB gutter shit bringing it bidack (back)

[Havoc - 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 gangsta's