Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Fuck Back

What the up?
DTP in this fucker
And for all that don't like it
Do one thing, get the back
'Cause all my is ready
Luda, 20, Fate,
Let's show these mutha how we disturb the peace
Get the back, bitch!

that
Get the fuck
Luda your skull crack
that
Bitch, whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff
Put it in your weed, nigga, that
What's
People die tonight

Fuck
Get the back
D low make your skull
Tuck
Bitch, your town's on my nutsack
that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff
What's
People die tonight

Bronson, fucker, give me more than three feet
DTP in the club, we comin' more three deep
Your whole crew is weak and my is real cash getters
Stayin' more to crunk, our bump like bad clippers

How many try to with dealer then went broke
Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the
I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it way
I'll push wig back like finger waves or bad toupee

I lick a of you niggaz, leave kids in the hallways
Catch 'em at locka
See 'em on and tap they ass
Catch 'em in the swimming and overlap they ass

I'm the Southside, College Park
G road, niggas gone, ride when the beef
hold back, let the heat spark
One's through his vest, through his chest
hollows lay the niggas to rest, uh

Fuck
Get the back
Luda make your skull
that
Bitch, your whole town's on my
that
Put it in your weed, nigga, that
that?
People die tonight

that
Get the back
Shaw your skull crack
that
Bitch, your whole town better love
that
Put it in your weed, nigga, that
that?
People die tonight

What you know about projects, hoes, and
Whole lotta game, lotta keys and burners
Whole lotta dope fiends, to scheme the workers
Whole lotta feds, got them niggas to surface

Type of that got the brown in my sock
Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a of the crop
Watch me, pull upon me sweet in a drop
But if you fuckin' with my paper, the heat from the glock, nigga

We pop bottles, bottle, right you head, niggas
Put nozzles, nozzles, right over your leg,
Our motto, motto is 'em instead, niggas
We 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas

All of ya'll is half nice, thugs, and half assed
The only I'm goin' half, is half on a half
But I use a full clip, I'm a full fledged killa
Part time MC, full time drug

that
Get the back
Luda your skull crack
Tuck
Bitch, whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff
Put it in weed, nigga, puff that
What's
People gon' die

Fuck
Get the back
make your skull crack
Tuck
Bitch, your whole town's on my
that
Put it in weed, nigga, puff that
that?
People gon' die

We the filthy niggas the south, A town represent us
Strong motherfuckers, like a Russian sickle
You got issues with us talkin' shit on tapes
I'll catch you at a and beat you with a mix tape

You pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood ooze
I niggas like burps, excuse
Just on pissin' me off, like a weak kidney
And you find your family readin' your obituary

These people tryin' to the red off
Stains don't get off
wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off
Barretas for gettin' cheddar, better off dead off
Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin' off

I got a letter the government, the other day
They told me that the caught a shipment of my yay
They on their way, minutes to get the K
Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and I'm a

Fuck
Get the back
We make your crack
Tuck
Bitch, your whole town's on my
that
Put it in weed, nigga, puff that
that?
People gon' die

Fuck
Get the fuck
We make your crack
that
Bitch, your town better love that
that
Put it in your weed, nigga, that
What's
gon' die tonight

Bang bang kill a man let his brains
And when I'm in the court, guilty insane
put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain
But I hit bricks won't a damn thing change
Bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court, plead insane
put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain
But when I hit won't a damn thing change