Luyện nghe bài hát Quick to Back Down

Yeah,
Yeah, boy Nas
Yeah, me I'm boy Lil Jon
Yeah, right now we to talk about these niggas

Yeah, got a lot of mouth, what
Yeah, but when it's to do some shit
Yeah, they folding, these niggas is and shit
Know I'm talking 'bout, like paper, yeah

I your type I know your kind ya
to back down
You be leaving there's drama
Quick to back

Fucking fake ass
to back down
Soft and nigga ya
Quick to back

You ya whole ya
to back down
Y'all don't want of this ya
Quick to down

And I y'all niggas ya
Quick to back
Soft and cornflake ya
to back down

First of all this is Nas I'ma Braveheart
And already know who I'm better than
Y'all the beef in the hood it'll never end
Never hit the unless, I get's my Beretta in

The letter N, short for
More drama than the President with Korea
Krunk wit Lil Jon, he da livest in the south
Fuck around and you get wires in your

Cowards I despise and my power keeps on
Niggas try to me but they keep recognizin'
Who's the next label bury
CEO's, and A and R's go to the rap cemetery

And ya all got but ya scared to use 'em
Six million ways to die, choose one
I'm a Braveheart, be right here
talk shit but I smell fear, motherfucker

I know your type I your kind ya
Quick to back
You be when there's drama
to back down

Fucking fake ass
Quick to down
Soft and cornflake ya
Quick to back

You ya crew ya
to back down
Y'all want none of this ya
Quick to down

And I hate y'all ya
to back down
Soft and cornflake ya
Quick to back

Ay yo, all these niggas, they afraid of the
take a razor open your face up
I tried to tell niggas, we don't play
I run up on you day with a A-K

Cornball I can make your heart beat
Pop pop your body drop from a shots
When you see me in the street, we can handle the
If you see me in jail, you you dead meat

I be and stabbin', shooting and laughing
My ratchet on top of you bastards
Committing in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black

A 21 gun
Your last words be, please Jungle shoot
Pussy, I'll put a slug between eyes
And stand there and your punk ass die

I know your type I know kind ya
to back down
You be leaving there's drama
Quick to back

Fucking fake ass
Quick to back
Soft and cornflake ya
to back down

You ya whole ya
Quick to down
Y'all want none of this ya
to back down

And I hate y'all ya
Quick to down
and cornflake nigga ya
Quick to down

I'm fuckin' them, Bravehearts
My niggas is coming we just don't
niggas is running I'm just goin pop
I up my gun up and slap your mouth

With Lil down south
My religion is motherfucker too late
Since birth, I'm cursed, the worst in da state
Time and time you niggas back down, laugh now

Fuck ya numbers nigga, all fake
The hunt is on, if I'm wrong, test my dead arm
Robbery, heavily armed, might leave him
Bang him duff him, actin' like he don't know what's on

Hang em', rush em' get his ass his teammates wrong
And oh he got a 22, him the gauge, the brave way
God ain't to save his bitch ass today
Wait Imma Braveheart I'll be right
Y'all talk but I smell fear, mothafuckas

I know type I know your kind ya
Quick to down
You be leaving when there's
Quick to back

Fucking fake ass
to back down
Soft and cornflake ya
Quick to back

You ya whole ya
Quick to down
Y'all don't want of this ya
Quick to down

And I y'all niggas ya
to back down
Soft and cornflake ya
Quick to back