Luyện nghe bài hát Back At You

Ashes to ashes to dust
stainless steel
never rust big till bust you could
wit the real side of life
just
you couldn't fight me wit strongest mic
down niggas eyes visualize bad reception
maced interference souped your upperbody section
I travel like a 2 2
your body repped to the fullest
Queensbridge
the hollow tip crew
blue slips, ships, you talk shit I follow through
the kite is sent
I get bent, but still planted
no thoughts, 'cause my conscience is demandin
for the bloodshed(bloodshed) I that mug red(mug red)
I'm like cancer catch me 'cause I done spread(done spread)
door knob dead, enough from the scene I fled
wit the paranoid thoughts round my head
It's like that war, project strike back it's on
what the you sick I'll be right back
wit the gat and end your motherfuckin era
your shortie set you up you dead-her
hunger for the cheddar big and better
Armeretto alcohol consumption
why you we thumpin
do to the the infamous is bumpin
ice son you frontin

It's like war, project niggas strike back it's on
what the fuck you sick, be right back

right back to the fact
here take that, right at you
goin at to
already ran
wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your goin
the fourty-fifth will make your clothes
put in the
the Infamous is movin stainless
crime-tainin, to all my niggas hold your
in action, if you weere dapped then relax then
what the you said? I be right back real maxin
blastin, terrin up your Fila
give him what he feelin aint know what happened
at the cabin, be at the round table plannin
spread across plannin, expansion
slap a nigga handly style something foul
for to slow down, my cash pile a hundred mile
I can recall the days, juvenile pays
14 old, shorty from round way
ass cold, still puffin night to day
but why did my life to be this way
I rock Velour suits, like mixed fruits
my give recoup razors in my suit
you try to troop me to the island
I for start whylin
back in New York, my got the cash pilin
peep this on knowns and teef shit
so much drama, who the fuck who we got beef wit
you up off your feet like ski lift
for packin big
niggas who riff but you riff
then Im on the next gettin bent in the clouds
on my way down souh for crowds