Luyện nghe bài hát Bring 'Em Back

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

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

That'll never happen, over my dead
Feds got me on the wall like I'm the heir to Gotti
I swear to Mambo and Nore and all the wreck
A nigga try front on his body he sent back
Don't resent crack, I'm just you wanna be
Young, rich and famous bitches get enough of me
And they up on me usually in groups of them
But not just but you could never 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 bring 'em
Word you know what I'm about
You know I had to bring 'em yo
All my friends call me
I just had to bring 'em
Flamboyant
You know I had to 'em back yo

When I cruise the ghetto I drive slow
I'm quick to a duck and I don't give a fuck about five O
A hard core life I 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 from tops to da drugs spot
G's was clocked fat knots was in the
And cops who tried to stop shop, got knocked when I popped the
Shit was ran right by me and my man
'Cause I to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight

'Cause we put the guns down and go one
With the hands but man I ain't the one, you'll get clown
I can my style, 'cause I'm versitile
Quick to burst a child I'm livin' worse foul
I pack two in case ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second yell who's
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 attack in black a gat and a skully hat

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

You know I had to 'em back yo

No doubt I'm from the X and I it all
Shorties with dreams of playin'
For hall turnin' fiends a full
From me the to Sacuon the same sad song
Is bein' sung, its like gimme a gun and I'm on
crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators
Stomp niggaz to death for tryin' to imitate us
Y'all could see us, be us, TS, kill the BS
'Cause Pun got guns and funds than ideas
Un be us, I'm the BX so I have to roll

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

You ain't no kiddon for the terror
You the fear of God when I steal a car
And ya Pierre Cardin
I peirce ya noggin' if you startin'
Spark the dot you
And watch it blossom like a flower the borough
No doubt I'm thorough a parascope rifle extended rycle
Cycle that'll the whole Bible out
I'm sweatin' no idols a all I request
Best rappers know that pun and Y the of death

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