Luyện nghe bài hát Bring 'Em Back

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

Aye yo, I'm old school Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter
means bring it back, NY king of that
The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to
The 4th comin', look now there's more comin'
And we all stunners with lil' 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 steak out of a mouth
Better yet that takin' a plate outta Ryan's mouth

never happen, over my dead body
Feds got me plastered on the wall like I'm the 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 what you 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 could never be too used to
I be abusin' them fresh oranges
Breakfast in the mornin' get some strength and then on again

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

When I cruise through the ghetto I drive
I'm quick to buck a and I don't give a fuck about five O
A core life I toast 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 swellin' hops from sellin' tops to da 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 choose to use a gun don't mean that I fight

we put the guns down and go one round
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 techs in ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second who's next
To feel the of a psychopath shoots it up like shaft
Turn ya staff into a blood bath to
You'll get like a deli snack, you softer than jelly Jack
I in black with a gat and a skully hat

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

You I had to bring 'em back yo

No doubt I'm from the X and I it all
Shorties dreams of playin' ball
For hall turnin' fiends a full
From me the word to the same sad song
Is sung, its like gimme a gun and I'm back on
Joey crack, Pun, TS, Bronx
Stomp niggaz to death for tryin' to imitate us
Y'all could 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

for crash ya door, smash ya hoe
Hack off ya skull, I'm stackin heads like totem
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
nothin' but illustrous
My crews are to bustin' ass crushin' glass
In niggaz faces leavin' traces of red out this bath
I want the cash off the jiddump, I 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 I steal a car
And flatten ya Pierre
I peirce ya noggin' if you startin'
Spark the dot you
And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the
No doubt I'm with a parascope rifle extended rycle
Cycle that'll tear the Bible out
I'm sweatin' no idols a title's all I
Best rappers that pun and Y the chaperones of death

I had to bring '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 bring 'em
Flamboyant
You know I had to 'em back yo