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 past and they need it
But what they fai'lize is I'll be quick to
Die hard cold killer all about my work
Dressed up like a in a mini-skirt
Specialize in dirt - shootin niggaz in the shirt
Put the pistol in his mouth and it hurt, ooh
Cutlass, guzzlin down a 40-ounce bottle of malt liquor brewsky
talkin to a cutie standin outside the movie
on top of the hood of my Cutlass
Smokin on a non-filter pink pack edition cigarette
Clove-family affiliated cancer stick +GANESH+ beadie
What the fuck? W the peace treaty?
Full of my Wheaties, yes indeedy, 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 heads

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

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

was 'posed to been squashed

I've got a meet me at the Olive Garden spot let's do lunch
Fool and dem to pass the buck and set us up for lumps
of bitches must 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 clips
Out of Magnums packin when we blast 'em we all out for the
FOol, 40-Water never slip, saw the niggaz and then dipped
Before we spark the pipe bombs, and blow niggaz shit to
side-ways up off they block, gears in a big block
All out non stop until our casket drop
We smashin, blastin on any, I remember many
and blastin double two-three's, fuck the enemies

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

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