Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Your Back

Catching my
Rob the passenger, the last
You lone my squad?
y'all, we don't love your ass neither
Way off the

Yo Bus, me and Spliff, we got
alright
Let's get drink up of Cheetah's
Go up in
And see motherfucker named Peter
Tried to stick me for bricks
But his broads the

Word is bond, I murder any
That fuck with my
Blow a hole up in body
Straight your figure
A'yo Rah Digga?

Scopin' out the little chicken
Bitch trickin'
Fuckin' with my
Gonna get her face in

A'yo Spliff, you starting at?
Them bitches over
Or bitches over there
Or them right here?
Nah, nigga on line
Motherfucker still off'a Bacardi and lime

Spliff, I feel way
If it's for my squad, play
Back him the door
Patch his with gauze

Mop up the
Splatter nigga's blood on the
that nigga's shit
Make the nigga suffer for

And if they run up in your crib
I got back
keep the heat on me son
I got back

I'ma hold you until I die
I got your
And if you need stacks, yo
I got your

If I him and get knocked
I got your
And if bail is a hundred G's
I got your

Any try to set you up
I got your
Yo let me set this off first, what?
I got back

waiting
Bash his face for a
Cock the
Make his chest cave in

Ooh, shit is
My adrenaline is racing
Blow this shit like horror flicks
Wes

A'yo Bus, Spliff,
(Fuck you 'bout?)
do that nigga nothing
(Fuck that)
Blow that family up just for fronting
Yo, where the that was with the nigga?

Caught her the left
her by the halter, bitch bloody to death
Then the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and
Gettin' stomped with the
I heard the bitch-nigga

Caught Peter, man, by the
me in the eye and didn't even know
I was his keeper
the nigga, through him in the sleeper

Deeper and
Nigga's vision start to out, straight Grim Reaper
Still lookin for that Peter
Chill, bounce
Spliff is high on 'bout a half an
If he's hiding, we gon' find him on the eye of a

Yeah that's the I'm talking bout
Let's go fuck his peoples
got a sister?
Yeah, she work up in Kids

I don't for sure
But I the nigga live with is girl
the nigga goes
Let's hit him the 4-5 chrome

Chill Spliff, we gon' trail this nigga's ass home
Rush the
Kill the bitch she ain't even looking
Still all up from the last ass-whuppin
Chop the up

Caught up in this mix-up
wide open, bitch'll need a major stitch-up
Dig a ditch up where no blood-hound'll up
Yo, bury that bitch, don't a scent for dogs to pick up

Oh shit, yo I hear coming
the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running
Fuck that, there the motherfucker go right
I want a morgue for him, make that nigga's crew
Yo, let me him

Wait, that, let me go kiss him
Put five in his and wrap him in the bedspread
Fled from the scenery without seeing me
My squad to secrecy
If anybody ask him we ain't seen him recently
I got back

Any nigga ever try to
I got your
And if you need my burner son
I got your

A'yo I hit you my last, god
I got back
Any bitch outta place
I got your

And if I gotta you
I got your
Let me snuff nigga talking shit
I got your
I go the world for my squad
I got your

I got back
I got back
I got your
I got your