Luyện nghe bài hát It's On, On Sight

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

They want soon them want me waxed, contracts on my ass
It's comin from the pen, say I owe 'em cash
off the past and they need it fast
But what they fai'lize is I'll be quick to
Die hard cold blooded killer all my work
Dressed up like a in a mini-skirt
Specialize in doin dirt - shootin in the shirt
Put the pistol in his mouth and it hurt, ooh
Cutlass, guzzlin down a 40-ounce bottle of Swiss liquor brewsky
talkin to a cutie standin outside the theater
sittin on top of the hood of my
Smokin on a non-filter pink pack colored cigarette
Clove-family affiliated cancer stick lookin +GANESH+
the fuck? W here's the peace treaty?
Full of my Wheaties, yes indeedy, M-16's shoot no beebees
Programmed to amputate anything 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 night no what I'm dumpin'
I'm tryin to see you 'bout somethin' (2x)

"I'm heated, niggas 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 and set us up for lumps
Sons of bitches must think we some
Time to break out the pipe bombs and the

Nigga stress and pull lick, we kick in the door with full clips
Out of packin when we blast 'em we all out for the chips
FOol, 40-Water never slip, saw the niggaz 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 riders until our casket
We smashin, on any, while I remember many
Dash and blastin two-three's, fuck the enemies

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

We stand tall, like Manute Bol with bigger balls than
Strapped with 4-4's to execute all y'all
want to see us niggas on a mission
150 round 45 slugs bitten
No remorse hit by the fo' sho'
Leave him stuck in his seat
70 through his front window
no fuckin' with G's
Fill 'em up to they neck from they
Leave 'em dyin' in the street as we on they goldeeze