Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

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

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

Better duck or I'll be to hit yo ass up
I give a fuck, I'm inside my mind
Why you sweatin' me? It's gonna take an army 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
Word to God I've been ready to die I was born
I don't want no shit but trip and yo it's on

Open fire on my adversaries, even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and 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 stressin' thinkin' it's a drug bust
get paid but all the drama that's attached
We living a drug life, thug life, each day could be my

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

Alright now, we go

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

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

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

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

Alright now, we go

try to follow me, I'm headed outta state
I pay my fuckin' bills, so I'm transportin' weight
my plates, pick up my nigga and now we rollin'
Droppin' keys like they

Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta
Till the coast is clear, enough dope to last a
They got me running the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' down a 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 and hit my fuckin' tires
Now, jump out the car I open fire, sucka

Life