Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

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

I'm out the gutter, pick a
I'm 165 and staying till I die
My zero
'Cause I could a fuck 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? It's take an army full of
Crooked ass cops to and get me

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

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

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

Will I blast when it's time to shoot? even ask
That's the consequences when ya livin',
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 hear the sirens, run for cover over the and open fire

Alright now, we go

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

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

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

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

Alright now, we go

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

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

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

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

Thug