Luyện nghe bài hát It's On, On Sight

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

They want problems; soon them me waxed, contracts on my ass
It's comin the pen, they say I owe 'em cash
Dwellin off the past and they need it
But what they is I'll be quick to blast
Die hard cold blooded killer all about my
Dressed up a female in a mini-skirt
Specialize in doin dirt - shootin niggaz in the
Put the in his mouth 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 pink pack colored edition
Clove-family affiliated cancer stick +GANESH+ beadie
the fuck? W here's the peace treaty?
Full of my Wheaties, yes indeedy, M-16's don't shoot no
Programmed to anything that gets off in my way
I put them same size left over bullets up in my A.K.
I can't wait 'til we heads

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

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

was 'posed to been squashed

I've got a hunch; meet me at the Olive Garden let's do lunch
Fool and dem tried to pass the buck and set us up for
Sons of bitches think we some chumps
Time to out the pipe bombs and the pumps

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

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

We stand tall, like Manute Bol with balls than RuPaul
Strapped with 4-4's down to all y'all
Don't to see us niggas on a mission
150 round drum 45 bitten
No hit by the hardcore fo' sho'
Leave him stuck in his seat
70 rounds through his window
Ain't no with G's
Fill 'em up to they neck they knees
Leave 'em in the street as we escape on they goldeeze