Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

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

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

Better duck or be forced to hit yo ass up
I give a fuck, I'm sick inside my
Why you sweatin' me? It's gonna take an army of
Crooked ass cops to and get me

Niggaz know I the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sleep my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
to God I've been 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 even
have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It's a world, niggaz get played, another stray
I live to see another day

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

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

now, here we go

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

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

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

loogies at the coppers
That me, beotch
I be a hustler it's over, motherfucker
fire on you bustas

Alright now, we go

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

Tell me who do you I'm outta town
Till the coast is clear, enough dope to a year
got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, 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 bitches right me

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

Life