Luyện nghe bài hát It's On, On Sight

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

They want problems; soon want 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 be quick to blast
Die hard blooded killer all about my work
Dressed up a female in a mini-skirt
Specialize in doin dirt - shootin in the shirt
Put the in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh
Cutlass, guzzlin down a 40-ounce bottle of malt liquor brewsky
talkin to a 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
the fuck? W here's the peace treaty?
Full of my Wheaties, yes indeedy, M-16's don't no beebees
Programmed to amputate anything gets off in my way
Then I put them same size over bullets up in my A.K.
I can't wait 'til we heads

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

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

Shit was to been squashed

I've got a hunch; meet me at the Garden spot let's do lunch
Fool and dem tried to pass the buck and set us up for
Sons of must think we some chumps
Time to break out the pipe and the pumps

Nigga fuck stress and pull lick, we kick in the door with full
Out of Magnums packin we blast 'em we all out for the chips
FOol, never slip, saw the niggaz quick and then dipped
Before we spark the pipe bombs, and them niggaz shit to
up off they block, poppin gears in a big block
All out non riders until our casket drop
We smashin, blastin on any, while I remember
and blastin double two-three's, fuck the enemies

One of my big dudes up out HPA me a kite today
He up in Pelican Bay striker
Doin 25 a L cause he won't tell on one of his
high-ranked dudes in position who wears a
the shit stacked 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 havin'
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 on a mission
150 round drum 45 bitten
No remorse hit by the hardcore fo'
him stuck in his front seat
70 rounds through his window
Ain't no with G's
'em up to they neck from they knees
Leave 'em dyin' in the street as we escape on goldeeze