Luyện nghe bài hát Noyd - Air it Out

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

[Noyd 1]
I know what convinced you to mention the mobb
of been bent straight of the alcohol
Once you crossed that path, fuck that cash
Quick, fast have a sick clique get up in ass
Gold Pee nigga the cracks in his ass
Pretty Tone homey with the in the grass
They buck you then fuck boo where she shit at
Then we profit it, and spit it on the tridack (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 I think you better get at
But gas your 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
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) you what a gangsta's (a)bout

[Noyd 2]
Ayo...Nigga better up off please
When you got tough, huh? thun you me
You grind enough you're a Mr. Softy
the Ruger 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, the hood is thirsty
the big six and you want to test me
Gon' make my gun spit, y'all niggas 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 ain't your
I own the six I own the "Navi"
And I'm sitting deep this nigga sweet candy
You want beef you know get right at me
QB nigga that's why you can't 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 those
He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's

[Noyd - 3]
See we don't down we go pound for pound
Tech for tech right on the block emptying
something leave motha fuckas hitting the deck
And then one by one fuckas be dead
The word is out, is out
East coast, Weat coast to the dirty south
anybody flossin' I'm airing it out
With the nine tips man I'm spittin' 'em out
Listen out I'm emptying out for that bling
watch and that chain put a bullet in your brain
Not a thing I'm a this is what 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 I'm flying word to everything I love
Don't get it twist nigga cause I twist niggas cap
QB gutter shit bringing it bidack (back)

[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) you what a gangsta's bout