Luyện nghe bài hát Bring 'Em Back

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

Aye yo, I'm old school Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back, NY king of
The best a dead mind but just can't see to that
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
Asked for my paper, said, "There's he can do for me"
That's like takin' a steak out of a lion's
Better yet that like takin' a plate outta mouth

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

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

I cruise through 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 toast to
Therefore I live raw and to war with the law
My only pencil was a mug slugs were thugs got pot
Get swellin' from sellin' tops to da drugs spot
G's was clocked fat knots was in the
And cops who tried to stop shop, got when I popped the glock
was ran right 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 but man I ain't the one, you'll get done clown
I can my style, 'cause I'm versitile
Quick to burst a child I'm livin' than foul
I pack two techs in ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second yell next
To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up shaft
Turn ya staff into a bath to laugh
You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer jelly Jack
I in black with a gat and a skully hat

I had to bring 'em back
All my friends call me
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 dreams of playin' ball
For Seaton turnin' fiends a full
me the word to Sacuon the same sad song
Is bein' sung, its like a gun and I'm back on
crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators
Stomp little to death for tryin' to imitate us
could never see us, be us, TS, kill the BS
'Cause Pun got guns and funds than ideas
Un be us, I'm from the BX so I to roll

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

You no kiddon for the terror squadron
You the fear of God when I steal a car
And ya Pierre Cardin
I peirce ya noggin' if you startin'
the dot above you
And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the
No doubt I'm thorough with a parascope extended rycle
Cycle that'll tear the whole out
I'm sweatin' no idols a all I request
Best rappers that pun and Y the chaperones of death

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