Luyện nghe bài hát It's On, On Sight

(*Screeching tires, gunshots, glass, sirens and screaming*)
(3x)

They want problems; soon them me waxed, contracts on my ass
comin from the pen, they say I owe 'em cash
Dwellin off the and they need it fast
But what fai'lize is I'll be quick to blast
Die hard cold blooded all about my work
up like a female in a mini-skirt
Specialize in doin dirt - shootin in the shirt
Put the pistol in his and make it hurt, ooh
Cutlass, guzzlin down a bottle of Swiss malt liquor brewsky
to a cutie standin outside the movie theater
sittin on top of the hood of my
Smokin on a non-filter pack colored edition cigarette
Clove-family cancer stick lookin +GANESH+ beadie
What the W here's the peace treaty?
Full of my Wheaties, yes indeedy, M-16's shoot no beebees
Programmed to anything that gets off in my way
Then I put them same size left over up in my A.K.
I can't 'til we bump heads

It on, on sight day and night no matter I'm dumpin'
I'm tryin to see you 'bout somethin' (2x)

"I'm heated, them cheated" - 3X (in background)
We had a meetin', 'posed to been squashed (3x)

Shit was to been squashed

I've got a meet me at the Olive Garden spot let's do lunch
Fool and dem tried to the buck and set us up for lumps
Sons of bitches must think we chumps
to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps

Nigga fuck stress and pull lick, we kick in the with full clips
Out of Magnums packin when we blast 'em we all out for the
FOol, 40-Water never slip, saw the niggaz quick and then
Before we spark the bombs, and blow them niggaz shit to
side-ways up off they block, poppin in a big block
All out non stop riders until our drop
We smashin, on any, while I remember many
Dash and blastin double two-three's, the enemies

One of my big dudes up out HPA shot me a today
He up in Pelican Bay three
Doin 25 with a L cause he won't on one of his
high-ranked dudes in position who wears a
With the stacked on the side of his waist
blood all on the windshield wiper
Somebody tried to his face - caught him up in his Viper
Loose as a ass out tried to down him like a sniper
hyperventilated started havin'
No feelings in his legs, arms, or his

We stand tall, like Manute Bol with balls than RuPaul
Strapped with down to execute all y'all
Don't want to see us niggas on a
150 round 45 slugs bitten
No remorse hit by the hardcore fo'
Leave him stuck in his seat
70 rounds through his front
Ain't no with G's
Fill 'em up to neck from they knees
Leave 'em dyin' in the street as we escape on they