Luyện nghe bài hát It's On, On Sight

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

They want soon them want 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 they is I'll be quick to blast
Die hard cold killer all about my work
up like a female in a mini-skirt
Specialize in dirt - shootin niggaz in the shirt
Put the pistol in his mouth and it hurt, ooh
Cutlass, guzzlin a 40-ounce bottle of Swiss malt liquor brewsky
to a cutie standin outside the movie theater
sittin on top of the hood of my
on a non-filter pink pack colored edition cigarette
Clove-family affiliated cancer stick +GANESH+ beadie
What the fuck? W here's the peace
Full of my Wheaties, yes indeedy, M-16's shoot no beebees
Programmed to amputate anything that off in my way
Then I put them same left over bullets up in my A.K.
I wait 'til we bump heads

It on, on day and night 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', shit 'posed to been (3x)

Shit was 'posed to been

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

Nigga fuck stress and lick, we kick in the door with full clips
Out of Magnums packin when we '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 blow them shit to
side-ways up off they block, poppin gears in a big
All out non stop riders until our casket
We smashin, on any, while I remember many
Dash and double two-three's, fuck the enemies

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

We tall, like Manute Bol with bigger balls than RuPaul
Strapped with 4-4's down to execute all
want to see us niggas on a mission
150 round drum 45 bitten
No remorse hit by the fo' sho'
Leave him stuck in his front
70 through his front 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 they