Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

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

I'm out the gutter, a hero
I'm 165 and staying high I die
My competion's
'Cause I could a fuck about 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 gonna take an full of
Crooked ass to come and get me

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

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

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

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 over the fence and fire

now, here we go

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

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

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

loogies at the coppers
That pursue me,
I be a hustler till it's over,
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, pick up my and now we rollin'
Droppin' like they stolen

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

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

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

Thug