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 competion's
I could give a fuck about you

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

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

Open fire on my adversaries, even worry
Better have on a 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' a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama attached
We living a life, thug life, each day could be my last

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

Alright now, 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 switches
In a high speed chase with these bitches

Don't turn I ain't givin' up 'cause they don't worry me
ass bitches better bury me
Runnin' outta gas to park it, I'm on foot, we in the hood
How the they gon' catch 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' loogies at the
pursue me, beotch
I be a hustler it's over, motherfucker
Open fire on you

Alright now, we go

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

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

But I ain't alive, I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather on my target
I hit the corner 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