Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

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

I'm out the gutter, pick a
I'm 165 and staying till I die
My competion's
I could give a fuck about you

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

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

Open fire on my adversaries, even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you
It's a man's world, niggaz get played, stray
I live to see another day

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

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

Alright now, we go

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

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

I got away, 'cause I'm
Went to my neighbors for a
Now you know players stick
I watch the from the rooftop

Spittin' at the coppers
That pursue me,
I be a hustler till over, motherfucker
Open on you bustas

now, here we go

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

Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta
Till the coast is clear, enough to last a year
They got me running the police, nowhere to go
the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road

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

They take a shot and hit my tires
Now, jump out the car I open fire, sucka

Thug