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 what convinced you to mention the mobb
of been bent straight of the alcohol
Once you crossed that path, fuck with that
Quick, have a sick clique get up in that ass
Gold Pee nigga with the in his ass
Pretty Tone with the mack in the grass
They buck you fuck your boo where she shit at
Then we profit from it, and spit it on the (track)
Letting the know 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 dog he ain't built for that
I will spit 'em all right through his fitted (cap)
Jump out the midack (mack) on Broadway and Housten
in front of thousand 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 a gangsta's (a)bout

-Verse 2]
Ayo...Nigga better back up off
When you got tough, thun you lost me
You never enough you're a Mr. Softy
Truly the Ruger kill you softly
Then we see yeah who the boss be
Smoke your clique like a bag of the Hersey
How the fuck it's all good, Nigga the hood is
Peep the big six and you want to me
make my gun spit, y'all niggas kill 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 this nigga sweet like candy
You niggas want you know get right at me
QB nigga why you can't stand me (You know cause . . .)

- 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 bout

[Noyd - 3]
See we don't down we go pound for pound
Tech for right on the block emptying clips
Buck something leave 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 anybody I'm airing it out
With the nine hollow man I'm spittin' 'em out
Listen out I'm emptying out for that bling
That watch and that chain put a bullet in your
Not a thing I'm a gangsta 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 to everything I love
Don't get it twist nigga cause I twist niggas cap
That QB shit bringing it bidack (back)

[Havoc - 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