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 it fast
But what fai'lize is I'll be quick to blast
Die hard cold blooded all about my work
Dressed up like a female in a
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
Smokin on a non-filter pink colored edition cigarette
Clove-family affiliated stick lookin +GANESH+ beadie
What the fuck? W here's the peace
Full of my Wheaties, yes indeedy, M-16's don't shoot no
Programmed to amputate anything gets off in my way
Then I put same size left over bullets up in my A.K.
I wait 'til we bump heads

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

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

Shit was to been squashed

I've got a hunch; me at the Olive Garden spot let's do lunch
Fool and dem tried to 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 lick, we kick in the door with full clips
Out of Magnums when we blast 'em we all out for the chips
FOol, 40-Water slip, saw the niggaz quick and then dipped
Before we spark the pipe bombs, and them niggaz shit to
side-ways up off they block, gears in a big block
All out non stop riders until our drop
We smashin, blastin on any, while I many
Dash and blastin double two-three's, fuck the

One of my big dudes up out HPA shot me a kite
He up in Pelican Bay three
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 wiper
Somebody to take his face - caught him up in his Viper
Loose as a ass out tried to down him like a sniper
hyperventilated started seizures
No feelings in his legs, arms, or his

We stand tall, like Bol with bigger balls than RuPaul
Strapped with 4-4's to execute all y'all
Don't want to see us niggas on a
150 round 45 slugs bitten
No remorse hit by the hardcore fo'
Leave him 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