Luyện nghe bài hát Back up Off The Wall

No,
Uh,
Yeah, Nu' comin' through
Long Island, World, all out, all out
talk about tit
What, yeah, now put ya up
Uh, what, now put ya up
Put ya up
Now get ya up off the wall

I'm better than running raw
Chain gang link I need a
What y'all niggaz think I'm a do when I get money
Iano keys played in
to Lil' Cease
Microphone track board, chord, oh Lord
Promo one Sadat X had a grenade
And the have next day I smashed the shit played
Now we delayed by ninety
You better me anyways
You better return to the Terror dome, nobody home
Non-haters the corner in the elevator
crews smack the open palm so you don't bruise
You push a button and what happens
I one and there's a man with a gun in the doorway
I'm in 4A, I in there all day
I had smokes, some bitches and chicken on a slab
There's enough for everybody so y'all don't grab

Come on, on, come on, yo
So get your back up off the
What, I dance, come on, come on
So put your up
Stop and pop somethin
Cornball niggaz frontin ain't got nothin
Mad the life I lead, twice ya speed
Brown-skinned Miami, the wife I need
Light that weed, front might just bleed
Tryin to ball with y'all but I might flee

The second coming of
make you run for your life
It's a gun up against a knife
You can win, when we fight to the end
I'm tight the pen
Don't be going off the head, cause they be blown off the
And showin off the of the mentally dead
I do the knowledge any words get said
Herbs get me red, hold on, Red
Pimps be dead in rap, everybody's fed with
could go ahead with that
I'm trying to you where my head is at
be the positive black
Drop the B, you get
See you when you get
three-pack, spiritual miracle
Uhh, Jamar the imperial
Microphone killer, urban guerilla
You acting mysterious, we out to take this rap serious
Slap the taste out of your mouth, break out

Come on, come on, on, yo
So get your up off the wall
What, I said dance, come on, on
So put your up
frontin and pop somethin
Cornball niggaz stay frontin ain't got
Mad cause the life I lead, ya speed
Brown-skinned Miami, the wife I need
Light that weed, front might just bleed
Tryin to ball with y'all but I might just

Now I'm a put a up on molasses
Breeze on through like easy
Wiggle more asses than aerobic
El kabong, my people blaze them up like Cheech and Chong
Get that ass open like a pair of butt cheeks in
For sure dog, I don't to come off pushy
Blaze your party hot, and it smelling like D'bussy
Spit my and drop my gem
Collect my and copy the Benz with the icy rims
I be dramatical, mathematical, thriller
The mic killa wreckin more shit Godzilla
of fact I'm more iller, knock your shit off the pillar
The four-wheeler touched every but vanilla
You know my name, my game, so shake that thang
I get you open like them ball-head on Rogaine
Spit my flow all the way New Ro'
To Acapulco, white brown like cocoa
Flip flows def so so

on, come on, come on, yo
So get your up off the wall
What, I dance, come on, come on
So put hands up
frontin and pop somethin
Cornball niggaz stay frontin ain't got
Mad cause the I lead, twice ya speed
Brown-skinned Miami, that's the I need
Light that weed, front nigga might just
Tryin to ball with y'all but I just flee