Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

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

I'm out the gutter, a hero
I'm 165 and staying high I die
My zero
'Cause I give a fuck about you

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

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

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

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

I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask
That's the consequences ya livin', fast
Six bricks of tricks for my niggaz, I gotta up and recoup
You keep the just bring me six figures is it a bust?
I hear the sirens, run for cover over the and open 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
ninety on the freeway and hittin' switches
In a high speed chase with these bitches

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

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

loogies at the coppers
That me, beotch
I be a hustler it's over, motherfucker
Open on you bustas

now, here 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 town
the coast is clear, enough dope to last a year
They got me running from the police, to go
the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road

But I goin' alive, I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd fire on my target
I hit the doin' ninety, oh, shit
Them right behind me

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

Life