Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

Tell me, how many real motherfuckers me?
I smoke a blunt and freak the
these jealous motherfuckers kill me

I'm out the gutter, a hero
I'm 165 and staying high I die
My competion's
'Cause I could give a about you

Better or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up
I a fuck, I'm sick inside my mind
Why you sweatin' me? gonna take an army full of
Crooked ass to come and get me

Niggaz know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm pressure
sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I've ready to die since I was born
I don't want no shit but niggaz and yo it's on

Open fire on my adversaries, don't worry
have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It's a man's world, get played, another stray
Hope I live to see day

Hey, I'm sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin' thinkin' a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the that's attached
We a drug life, thug life, each day could be my last

Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't ask
That's the when ya livin', fast
Six bricks of for my niggaz, I gotta come up and recoup
You keep the just bring me six figures is it a bust?
I the sirens, run for cover over the fence and open fire

Alright now, we go

These motherfuckers on my ass, I'm in traffic, it be tragic?
I'm comin' 'round the corner like I'm
Doin' ninety on the and hittin' switches
In a high speed chase these punk bitches

Don't around I ain't givin' up 'cause they don't worry me
Pussy ass bitches better me
Runnin' outta gas to park it, I'm on foot, we in the hood
How the fuck they gon' catch a

I got away, 'cause I'm
Went to my for a favor
Now you know players together
I watch the scene the rooftop

Spittin' at the coppers
That pursue me,
I be a hustler till it's over,
fire on you bustas

Alright now, we go

Don't try to follow me, I'm headed state
I gotta pay my bills, so I'm transportin' weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga and now we
Droppin' keys like they

me who do you fear? I'm outta town
Till the coast is clear, dope to last a year
They got me from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt

But I ain't goin' alive, I'd die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my
I hit the corner ninety, oh, shit
Them bitches right me

They take a and hit my fuckin' tires
Now, out the car then I open fire, sucka

Life