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 from the pen, say I owe 'em cash
Dwellin off the past and they need it
But what they is I'll be quick to blast
Die cold blooded killer all about my work
up like a female in a mini-skirt
Specialize in doin dirt - shootin niggaz in the
Put the pistol in his and make it hurt, ooh
Cutlass, down a 40-ounce bottle of Swiss malt liquor brewsky
talkin to a cutie standin the movie theater
sittin on top of the hood of my
Smokin on a non-filter pink colored edition cigarette
Clove-family affiliated cancer stick +GANESH+ beadie
What the fuck? W the peace treaty?
of my Wheaties, yes indeedy, M-16's don't shoot no beebees
Programmed to amputate anything gets off in my way
Then I put same size left over bullets up in my A.K.
I can't wait 'til we bump

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 spot let's do
Fool and dem tried to pass the buck and set us up for
of bitches must think we some chumps
Time to break out the 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 quick and then dipped
Before we spark the pipe bombs, and blow them niggaz to
side-ways up off block, poppin gears 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, fuck the

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

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