Luyện nghe bài hát Bring 'Em Back

This is classic right here, vintage shit
Go get ya tape decks
You I had to bring 'em back
era's the squad man
uh yo uh yo

Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick to big buddah
Lift wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back, NY king of
The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to
The 4th comin', don't now there's more comin'
And we all stunners with lil' money but still
True story, once a nigga from a two storey
for my paper, said, "There's nothin' he can do for me"
That's like a steak out of a lion's mouth
Better yet that takin' a plate outta Ryan's mouth

never happen, over my dead body
Feds got me plastered on the like I'm the heir to Gotti
I swear to Mambo and Nore and all the left
A nigga try on his body he gettin' sent back
resent crack, I'm just what you wanna be
Young, rich and famous bitches get enough of me
And runnin' up on me usually in groups of them
But not just everyday but you could be too used to them
I be abusin' them squeezin' oranges
Breakfast in the mornin' get some strength and it's on again

I just had to 'em back
Word you definitely know I'm about
You know I had to bring 'em yo
All my friends call me
I just had to 'em back
baby
You I had to bring 'em back yo

When I cruise the ghetto I drive slow
I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't a fuck about five O
A hard core life I to ex-flaw
I live raw and went to war with the law
My pencil was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot
Get hops from sellin' tops to da drugs spot
G's was clocked fat knots was in the
And who tried to stop shop, got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man
I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight

'Cause we put the down and go one round
With the hands but man I ain't the one, you'll get done
I can inverse my style, 'cause I'm
Quick to burst a child I'm livin' worse foul
I pack two techs in case ya crew
I wet up the set in a second yell next
To the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like shaft
Turn ya into a blood bath to laugh
You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you than jelly Jack
I attack in with a gat and a skully hat

I had to bring 'em back
All my friends me stout
You I had to bring 'em back yo
Flamboyant
I just had to 'em back

You know I had to 'em back yo

No I'm from the X and I seen it all
Shorties with dreams of playin'
For Seaton turnin' fiends a full
From me the to Sacuon the same sad song
Is sung, its like gimme a gun and I'm back on
crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators
Stomp little niggaz to death for tryin' to us
Y'all never see us, be us, TS, kill the BS
Pun got more guns and funds than ideas
Un be us, I'm from the BX so I have to

for crash ya door, smash ya hoe
Hack off ya skull, I'm stackin heads like poles
Blow a hole in ya colon throw you here to Forden Road
Blow for blow, I toe to toe with the
the ruckus to the roughest motherfucker
It's nothin' but
My crews are cussin' to bustin' ass glass
In niggaz leavin' traces of red out this bloody bath
I want the cash off the jiddump, I and blast the piddump
At any piddunk tryin' to laugh at the

You no kiddon for the terror squadron
You feel the fear of God I steal a car
And ya Pierre Cardin
I peirce ya if you startin' trouble
the dot above you
And watch it blossom like a throughout the borough
No doubt I'm thorough with a parascope rifle rycle
that'll tear the whole Bible out
I'm no idols a title's all I request
Best rappers know pun and Y the chaperones of death

I just had to 'em back
you definitely know what I'm about
You know I had to 'em back yo
All my friends me stout
I just had to 'em back
Flamboyant
You know I had to 'em back yo