Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

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

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

Better duck or 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
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
Word to God I've been ready to die I was born
I don't no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's on

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

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

Will I blast it's time to shoot? Don't even ask
That's the consequences when ya livin',
Six bricks of tricks for my niggaz, I gotta come up and
You the dope 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

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

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

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

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

Alright now, we go

try to follow me, I'm headed outta state
I gotta pay my 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 fear? I'm outta
Till the coast is clear, dope to last a year
They got me running the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' 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 corner ninety, oh, shit
bitches right behind me

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

Thug