Luyện nghe bài hát Bring 'Em Back

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

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

That'll never happen, over my body
Feds got me plastered on the wall like I'm the heir to
I to Mambo and Nore and all the left wreck
A nigga try front on his body he sent back
Don't resent crack, I'm what you wanna be
Young, rich and famous can't get enough of me
And runnin' up on me usually in groups of them
But not just everyday but you never be too used to them
I be abusin' them fresh oranges
Breakfast in the mornin' get some strength and then it's on

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

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

we put the guns down and go one round
With the hands but man I ain't the one, get done clown
I can inverse my style, I'm versitile
Quick to burst a child I'm livin' than foul
I pack two techs in case ya flex
I wet up the set in a second who's next
To the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like shaft
ya staff into a blood bath to laugh
You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer than jelly
I in black with a gat and a skully hat

I just had to 'em back
All my friends call me
You know I had to bring 'em yo
baby
I just had to bring 'em

You know I had to bring 'em yo

No I'm from the X and I seen it all
Shorties dreams of playin' ball
For Seaton turnin' fiends a full
From me the word to Sacuon the same sad
Is bein' sung, its like a gun and I'm back on
Joey crack, Pun, TS, Bronx
Stomp little niggaz to for tryin' to imitate 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 to roll

Blastin' for crash ya door, ya hoe
Hack off ya skull, I'm heads like totem poles
Blow a in ya colon throw you from here to Forden Road
Blow for blow, I toe to toe the toughest
Bring the to the roughest motherfucker
It's but illustrous
My crews are cussin' to ass crushin' glass
In niggaz faces traces of red out this bloody bath
I the cash off the jiddump, I cock and blast the piddump
At any piddunk tryin' to at the briddonx

You ain't no for the terror squadron
You feel the fear of God when I a car
And ya Pierre Cardin
I ya noggin' if you startin' trouble
the dot above you
And it blossom like a flower throughout the borough
No doubt I'm thorough with a parascope rifle rycle
Cycle that'll tear the whole out
I'm sweatin' no idols a title's all I
Best rappers know pun and Y the chaperones of death

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