Luyện nghe bài hát Back up Off The Wall

No,
Uh,
Yeah, Brand Nu' through
Long Island, World, all out, all out
Let's about tit
What, yeah, now put ya up
Uh, what, now put ya up
Put ya up
Now get ya back up off the

I'm feeling than running raw
gang link I need a shrink
What niggaz think I'm a do when I get real money
Iano keys in series
Peace to Cease
Microphone track board, loose chord, oh
Promo number one Sadat X had a
And the have day I smashed the shit Allie played
Now we delayed by ninety
You find me anyways
You better return to the Terror dome, ain't nobody
Non-haters play the in the elevator
Crash crews the open palm so you don't bruise
You push a button and what nothing
I push one and there's a man with a gun in the
I'm in 4A, I been in all day
I had some smokes, some bitches and on a slab
There's enough for everybody so y'all don't grab

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

The second coming of
I'll make you run for your
It's like a gun up against a
You can never win, when we to the end
I'm tight the pen
Don't be off the head, cause they be blown off the head
And off the skills of the mentally dead
I do the knowledge before any get said
get me red, hold on, Simply Red
Pimps be in rap, everybody's fed with that
Y'all could go with that
I'm to show you where my head is at
be the positive black
Drop the B, you get
See you when you get
Lyrical three-pack, spiritual
Uhh, Jamar the imperial
Microphone killer, urban guerilla
You acting mysterious, we out to take this rap shit
Slap the out of your mouth, then break out

Come on, come on, on, yo
So get back up off the wall
What, I said dance, come on, on
So put hands up
Stop frontin and pop
niggaz stay frontin ain't got nothin
Mad cause the I lead, twice ya speed
Miami, that's the wife I need
Light that weed, front nigga might just
Tryin to ball with but I might just flee

Now I'm a put a up on molasses
Breeze on through like easy
Wiggle more than aerobic classes
El kabong, my blaze them trees up like Cheech and Chong
Get that ass like a pair of butt cheeks in thong
For sure dog, I don't mean to off pushy
Blaze your hot, and have 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 wreckin more shit than Godzilla
Matter of I'm more iller, knock your shit off the pillar
The four-wheeler touched every flava but
You know my name, my game, so shorty shake that
I get you open like them ball-head on Rogaine
Spit my flow all the way New Ro'
To Acapulco, white poos like cocoa
flows def like so so

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