Luyện nghe bài hát Bring 'Em Back

This is classic 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 means it back, NY king of that
The best tried a dead mind but can't see to that
The 4th comin', don't now there's more comin'
And we all stunners lil' money but still hungry
True story, threw a nigga from a two storey
for my paper, said, "There's nothin' he can do for me"
That's like takin' a out of a lion's mouth
Better yet that like takin' a outta Ryan's mouth

never happen, over my dead body
Feds got me plastered on the wall I'm the heir to Gotti
I swear to Mambo and and all the left wreck
A nigga try front on his body he gettin' sent
Don't resent crack, I'm just you wanna be
Young, rich and bitches 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 them squeezin' fresh oranges
Breakfast in the mornin' get strength and then it's on again

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

When I cruise through the ghetto I 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 was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot
Get hops from sellin' tops to da drugs spot
G's was clocked fat knots was in the
And cops who tried to stop shop, got knocked I popped the glock
was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean I can't fight

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

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

You I had to bring 'em back yo

No doubt I'm the X and I seen it all
with dreams of playin' ball
For Seaton hall turnin' fiends a
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
little niggaz to death for tryin' to imitate us
Y'all could never see us, be us, TS, the BS
'Cause Pun got more guns and than ideas
Un be us, I'm from the BX so I to roll

Blastin' for crash ya door, ya hoe
off ya skull, I'm stackin heads like totem poles
Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Forden
Blow for blow, I toe to toe the toughest
Bring the ruckus to the roughest
It's nothin' but
My are cussin' to bustin' ass crushin' glass
In niggaz leavin' traces of red out this bloody bath
I want the 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 the fear of God when I steal a car
And flatten ya Cardin
I peirce ya if you startin' trouble
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
rappers know that pun and Y the chaperones of death

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