Luyện nghe bài hát Bring 'Em Back

This is shit right here, vintage shit
Go get ya decks ready
You I had to bring 'em back
Terror the squad man
uh yo uh yo

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

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

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

When I through the ghetto I drive slow
I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't a fuck about five O
A hard life I toast to ex-flaw
Therefore I raw and went to war with the law
My only pencil was a mug shot were thugs got pot
Get swellin' hops from tops to da drugs spot
G's was clocked fat knots was in the
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 can't

'Cause we put the guns down and go one
With the hands but man I ain't the one, you'll get done
I can inverse my style, 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 yell who's next
To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up shaft
ya staff into a blood bath to laugh
You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer than Jack
I attack in with a gat and a skully hat

I just had to 'em back
All my friends me stout
You know I had to 'em back yo
baby
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 dreams of playin' ball
For Seaton turnin' fiends a full
From me the word to the same sad song
Is bein' sung, its like gimme a gun and I'm on
Joey crack, Pun, TS, regulators
Stomp little niggaz to death for tryin' to us
Y'all could see us, be us, TS, kill the BS
'Cause Pun got more guns and funds ideas
Un be us, I'm from the BX so I have to

Blastin' for crash ya door, ya hoe
off ya skull, I'm stackin heads like totem poles
Blow a hole in ya colon you from here to Forden Road
Blow for blow, I toe to toe the toughest
Bring the ruckus to the motherfucker
It's but illustrous
My are cussin' to bustin' ass crushin' glass
In niggaz leavin' traces of red out this bloody bath
I want the cash off the jiddump, I and blast the piddump
At any tryin' to laugh at the briddonx

You ain't no kiddon for the terror
You the fear of God when I steal a car
And flatten ya Cardin
I peirce ya noggin' if you trouble
Spark the dot you
And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the
No doubt I'm thorough with a parascope rifle extended
Cycle that'll tear the whole out
I'm no idols a title's all I request
Best rappers that pun and Y the chaperones of death

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