Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

Tell me, how many real feel me?
I smoke a blunt and the funk
Until these jealous motherfuckers me

I'm out the gutter, pick a
I'm 165 and staying till I die
My zero
'Cause I could a fuck about you

Better duck or I'll be to hit yo ass up
I a fuck, I'm sick inside my mind
Why you sweatin' me? It's gonna take an army of
Crooked ass cops to and get me

know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an clip beside my dresser
to God I've been ready to die since I was born
I don't want no shit but niggaz trip and yo on

Open on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and you buried
It's a man's world, niggaz get played, another
Hope I to see another day

Hey, I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I
Got my mama stressin' thinkin' a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama attached
We a drug life, thug life, each day could be my last

Will I blast when it's time to shoot? even ask
That's the consequences ya livin', fast
Six bricks of tricks for my niggaz, I gotta come up and
You keep the dope just me six figures is it a bust?
I the sirens, run for cover over the fence and open fire

now, here we go

These motherfuckers on my ass, I'm in traffic, will it be
I'm comin' 'round the corner I'm magic
Doin' ninety on the freeway and switches
In a high chase with these punk bitches

Don't around I ain't givin' up 'cause they don't worry me
Pussy ass bitches bury me
Runnin' outta gas time to it, I'm on foot, we in the hood
How the they gon' catch a crook?

I got away, 'cause I'm
Went to my neighbors for a
Now you know players stick
I the scene from the rooftop

Spittin' at the coppers
pursue me, beotch
I be a hustler till over, motherfucker
Open on you bustas

Alright now, we go

Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta
I pay my fuckin' bills, so I'm transportin' weight
Change my plates, up my nigga and now we rollin'
Droppin' like they stolen

Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta
the coast is clear, enough dope to last a year
They got me running the police, nowhere to go
the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road

But I ain't goin' alive, I'd rather die be a convict
I'd rather on my target
I hit the corner ninety, oh, shit
Them right behind me

They take a and hit my fuckin' tires
Now, jump out the car I open fire, sucka

Thug