Luyện nghe bài hát Noyd - Air it Out

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

Verse 1]
I don't know what convinced you to the mobb
Must of bent straight 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 the mack in the grass
buck you then fuck your boo where she shit at
Then we profit it, and spit it on the tridack (track)
Letting the world you a bitch ass kidat (cat)
And how your own disrespect you where 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 of thousand 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, bring those things
He Gon'(na) show you a gangsta's (a)bout

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

- Hook 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

[Noyd - 3]
See we don't down we go pound for pound
Tech for right on the block emptying clips
Buck something motha fuckas hitting the deck
And then one by one fuckas be dead
The is out, Noyd is out
East coast, Weat coast down to the south
Catch anybody flossin' I'm it out
With the hollow tips 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 I'm a gangsta this is what I do
Go to war wuth the bangers and eat niggas
When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' how it is thun
If I'm lying I'm word to everything I love
get it twist nigga cause I twist niggas cap back
That QB gutter 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, bring those things
He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's