Luyện nghe bài hát Noyd - Air it Out

[Noyd
Somebody gon'(na) die in this
We to "air it out"

[Noyd 1]
I don't know what convinced you to the mobb
Must of bent straight of the alcohol
Once you crossed that path, fuck with that
Quick, fast have a clique get up in that ass
Pee nigga with the cracks in his ass
Pretty Tone homey with the in the grass
They buck you then your boo where she shit at
Then we profit from it, and spit it on the (track)
Letting the world know you a ass kidat (cat)
And how your own disrespect you where you live at
be hey all day how you let him do that
Noyd and his clique I you better get at
But don't gas your dog he ain't for that
I will spit 'em all right through his kiddap (cap)
Jump out the midack (mack) on Broadway and Housten
Right in front of and put it in efidack (effect)
I'm a pay!

- Hook 2X]
The is out, Noyd is out
And he to Air it out
Oh y'all think it's a game, bring those things
He Gon'(na) show you what a (a)bout

-Verse 2]
Ayo...Nigga better up off please
When you got tough, thun you lost me
You never enough you're a Mr. Softy
Truly the Ruger will kill you
Then we see then yeah who the be
Smoke your little clique a bag of the Hersey
How the fuck all good, Nigga the hood is thirsty
Peep the big six and you to test me
Gon' make my gun spit, niggas kill me
Gon' my gun, sitting on your ear piece
Having your bitch screaming please kill me
I don't owe you shit and I ain't daddy
I own the six I own the "Navi"
And I'm sitting deep this nigga sweet candy
You want beef you know get right at me
QB nigga that's why you can't stand me (You know . . .)

- Hook 2X]
The word is out, is out
And he to Air it out
Oh y'all think it's a game, bring those things
He Gon'(na) show you what a bout

[Noyd - 3]
See we back down we go pound for pound
Tech for tech right on the block emptying
Buck something leave motha fuckas the deck
And then one by one motha fuckas be
The is out, Noyd is out
coast, Weat coast down to the dirty south
Catch flossin' I'm airing it out
With the nine hollow tips man I'm 'em out
Listen out cause I'm emptying out for bling
That watch and chain put a bullet in your brain
Not a thing I'm a gangsta is what I do
Go to war wuth the bangers and eat food
When I'm starvin' I'm robbin' that's how it is
If I'm lying I'm flying word to everything I
Don't get it twist nigga I twist niggas cap back
That QB shit bringing it bidack (back)

[Havoc - 2X]
The word is out, is out
And he to Air it out
Oh y'all think it's a game, better bring things
He Gon'(na) show you what a gangsta's