Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

me, how many real motherfuckers feel me?
I a blunt and freak the funk
Until these motherfuckers kill me

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

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

Niggaz 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 no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's on

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

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

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

now, here we go

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

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

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

Spittin' at the coppers
That pursue me,
I be a till it's over, motherfucker
Open on you bustas

Alright now, we go

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

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

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

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

Thug