Luyện nghe bài hát Return

It all with a Pimp C, bitch
So the fuck is up?
Told 'em good
Ease up my cut

'Cause if you don't really fuck wit a trill nigga
From the trill villa wit a steel trigga land of the real
Pop pop there you go
I'ma 'em on yo ass if you don't ease up off me ho

'Cause trill niggas don't no sugar in they nutsac
Just big fat and a trigga in they backpack
So you gon' me my money but you don't hear me though
But I bet you me when I fill you with bulletholes

P.A. nigga, trill ass
How you figga you can me down nigga?
Mr. big an, Mr. big time, give me what's
of buying cars for a bitch named sunshine

Give me what's mine, me what's mine
Before it come down to
Shit, it's the of the trill ass niggas

Bitch, it's the return of the ass niggas
Uh, the return of the trill ass niggas
But you hear me
It's the return of the trill ass niggas

Yea muthfuckas, I you run
I figured you run, when I pull to guns
That triggas to guns P.A. a nigga named Bun
A nigga named Bun, no sun, no more shine

Say hello to the nine millameter
(Buck, buck, buck)
tight glock, bustin' them shots
When I yo ass off somethin' hot

Niggas catchin' lead to the head
I aim for the chest
sportin' bulletproof vests
So I guess, I start blastin', niggas start passin' away
Dearly beloved, I had yo ass gathered

So I can lay you hoes in a line, draw you to a
Put them hands on yo ass and on out
Pass the pen, Pimp C and Bird, I take the

Now surprise, surprise, I'm gettin' Chinese
In this here's a switch
I might slang, bang bail and burn
Scope mean now it's the of the trill ass niggas