Luyện nghe bài hát It's On, On Sight

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

They problems; soon them want me waxed, contracts on my ass
It's comin from the pen, say I owe 'em cash
Dwellin off the past and need it fast
But what they fai'lize is I'll be quick to
Die hard cold blooded killer all about my
Dressed up like a female in a
Specialize in doin - shootin niggaz in the shirt
Put the pistol in his and make it hurt, ooh
Cutlass, guzzlin down a 40-ounce bottle of Swiss malt liquor
talkin to a standin outside the movie theater
on top of the hood of my Cutlass
Smokin on a non-filter pink colored edition cigarette
affiliated cancer stick lookin +GANESH+ beadie
What the fuck? W here's the 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 them size left over bullets up in my A.K.
I wait 'til we bump heads

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

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

Shit was 'posed to been

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
Sons of bitches must we some chumps
Time to break out the pipe bombs and the

Nigga fuck stress and pull lick, we kick in the with full clips
Out of Magnums packin we blast 'em we all out for the chips
FOol, 40-Water slip, saw the niggaz quick and then dipped
we spark the pipe bombs, and blow them niggaz shit to
side-ways up off they block, poppin gears in a big
All out non stop riders our casket drop
We smashin, blastin on any, while I many
Dash and blastin two-three's, fuck the enemies

One of my big dudes up out HPA me a kite today
He up in Pelican Bay three
Doin 25 with a L cause he tell on one of his
high-ranked dudes in position who wears a
With the shit stacked on the side of his
blood all on the windshield wiper
Somebody tried to take his - caught him up in his Viper
Loose as a goose ass out tried to him like a sniper
started havin' seizures
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 all y'all
want 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 through his front window
Ain't no fuckin' G's
Fill 'em up to they neck from knees
Leave 'em dyin' in the street as we on they goldeeze