Luyện nghe bài hát Bring 'Em Back

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

Aye yo, I'm old school Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
dudes wit the six shooter luger
That bring it back, NY king of that
The best 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 lil' but still hungry
True story, threw a nigga from a two storey
Asked for my paper, said, "There's he can do for me"
That's takin' a steak out of a lion's mouth
Better yet like takin' a plate outta Ryan's mouth

That'll never happen, over my dead
got me plastered on the wall like I'm the heir to Gotti
I swear to and Nore and all the left wreck
A nigga try front on his body he gettin' sent
Don't resent crack, I'm 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 never be too to them
I be them squeezin' fresh oranges
Breakfast in the mornin' get some and then it's on again

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

When I through the ghetto I drive slow
I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a 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 swellin' from sellin' tops to da drugs spot
G's was clocked fat was in the socks
And cops who tried to shop, got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I fight

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

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

You know I had to bring 'em yo

No doubt I'm from the X and I it all
with dreams of playin' ball
For Seaton hall turnin' fiends a
From me the to Sacuon the same sad song
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
'Cause Pun got more guns and funds than
Un be us, I'm from the BX so I have to

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

You ain't no for the terror squadron
You feel the fear of God when I a car
And ya Pierre Cardin
I peirce ya if you startin' trouble
Spark the dot 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 all I request
rappers know that pun and Y the chaperones of death

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