Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

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

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

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

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

Open fire on my adversaries, even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the and then you buried
It's a world, niggaz get played, another stray
Hope I live to see day

Hey, I'm getting by these undercovers, who can I trust?
Got my mama thinkin' it's a drug bust
Gotta get but all the drama that's attached
We living a drug life, life, each day could be my last

Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't ask
That's the consequences when ya livin',
Six bricks of tricks for my niggaz, I come up and recoup
You keep the dope just bring me six figures is it a
I hear the sirens, run for cover the fence and open fire

Alright now, we go

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

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

I got away, I'm clever
Went to my neighbors for a
Now you know stick together
I watch the scene from the

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

now, here we go

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

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

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

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

Thug