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 know what convinced you to mention the
of been bent straight of the alcohol
Once you crossed that path, with that cash
Quick, fast have a sick clique get up in ass
Gold Pee nigga with the in his ass
Pretty Tone homey the mack in the grass
They buck you then 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 your own hood you where you live at
They be hey all day how you let him do
Noyd and his clique I think you get at
But gas your dog he ain't built for that
I will 'em all right through his fitted kiddap (cap)
Jump out with the midack (mack) on 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, thun you lost me
You grind enough you're a Mr. Softy
Truly the will kill you softly
Then we see then yeah who the be
Smoke little clique like a bag of the Hersey
How the fuck all good, Nigga the hood is thirsty
the big six and you want to test me
Gon' my gun spit, y'all niggas kill me
Gon' have my gun, sitting on your ear
Having bitch screaming please don't kill me
I don't owe you shit and I your daddy
I own the six I own the "Navi"
And I'm sitting deep this nigga sweet like
You niggas want you know get right at me
QB that's 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 it's a game, better bring those things
He Gon'(na) show you a gangsta's bout

- Verse 3]
See we don't down we go pound for pound
Tech for tech on the block emptying clips
Buck leave motha fuckas hitting the deck
And then one by one motha fuckas be
The word is out, is out
East coast, coast down to the dirty south
Catch anybody flossin' I'm 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 put a bullet in your brain
Not a thing I'm a gangsta this is 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 word to I love
get it twist nigga cause I twist niggas cap back
That QB gutter shit it bidack (back)

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