Luyện nghe bài hát Bring 'Em Back

This is classic shit here, vintage shit
Go get ya decks ready
You know I had to bring 'em
Terror 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 luger
means bring it back, NY king of that
The best tried a dead but just can't see to that
The 4th comin', don't now there's more comin'
And we all stunners with lil' but still hungry
story, once threw a nigga from a two storey
Asked for my paper, said, "There's 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 like I'm the heir to Gotti
I to Mambo 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 they runnin' up on me usually in of them
But not just everyday but you could never be too used to
I be abusin' them fresh oranges
in the mornin' get some strength and then it's on again

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

When I cruise through the ghetto I drive
I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a about five O
A core life I toast to ex-flaw
I live raw and went to war with the law
My only pencil was a mug slugs were thugs got pot
Get swellin' hops from sellin' tops to da drugs
G's was fat knots 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
I choose 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, get done clown
I can inverse my style, 'cause I'm
to burst a child I'm livin' worse than foul
I two techs in case ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second yell who's
To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like
ya staff into a blood bath to laugh
You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer than jelly
I in black with a gat and a skully hat

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

You know I had to 'em back yo

No doubt I'm the X and I seen it all
Shorties with dreams of playin'
For Seaton 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
crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators
Stomp little niggaz to death for tryin' to us
Y'all never see us, be us, TS, kill the BS
'Cause Pun got more 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 heads like totem
Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from to Forden Road
Blow for blow, I toe to toe with the
Bring the to the roughest motherfucker
nothin' but illustrous
My crews are cussin' to ass crushin' glass
In niggaz faces leavin' traces of red out this bloody
I want the off the jiddump, I cock and blast the piddump
At any tryin' to laugh at the briddonx

You no kiddon for the terror squadron
You feel the 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 like a flower throughout the borough
No doubt I'm thorough with a rifle extended rycle
that'll tear the whole Bible out
I'm sweatin' no idols a all I request
Best 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 friends me stout
I just had to 'em back
baby
You I had to bring 'em back yo