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 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 with the mack in the grass
They buck you then fuck your boo where she 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 you live at
be hey all day how you let him do that
Noyd and his clique I think you get at
But don't gas your dog he ain't for that
I will spit 'em all right 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!

- Hook 2X]
The word is out, 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

[Noyd 2]
Ayo...Nigga back up off please
When you got tough, huh? you lost me
You grind enough you're a Mr. Softy
Truly the Ruger kill you softly
we see then yeah who the boss be
Smoke little clique like a bag of the Hersey
How the fuck all good, Nigga the hood is thirsty
Peep the big six and you to test me
Gon' make my gun spit, y'all niggas me
Gon' have my gun, sitting on your ear
Having your 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 sweet candy
You niggas want beef you know get at me
QB nigga that's why you can't stand me (You know . . .)

[Havoc - 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) show you what a gangsta's

- Verse 3]
See we don't down we go pound for pound
Tech for right on the block emptying clips
something leave motha fuckas hitting the deck
And one by one motha fuckas be dead
The is out, Noyd is out
East coast, Weat coast down to the dirty
Catch flossin' I'm airing it out
the nine hollow tips man I'm spittin' 'em out
Listen out cause I'm emptying out for bling
That watch and that put a bullet in your brain
Not a I'm a gangsta this is what I do
Go to war wuth the and eat niggas food
I'm starvin' I'm robbin' that's how it is thun
If I'm lying I'm flying word to everything I
Don't get it twist nigga cause I twist 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 it's a game, better bring those
He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's