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 jealous motherfuckers kill me

I'm out the gutter, pick a
I'm 165 and staying till I die
My competion's
'Cause I could give a fuck you

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

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

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

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

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

now, here we go

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

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

I got away, I'm clever
Went to my for a favor
Now you players stick together
I watch the from the rooftop

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

now, here we go

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

Tell me who do you I'm outta town
Till the coast is clear, enough to last a year
got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' a dirt road

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

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

Thug