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 these jealous motherfuckers me

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

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

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

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

Will I blast when it's time to shoot? even ask
the consequences when ya livin', fast
Six bricks of tricks for my niggaz, I come up and recoup
You the dope just bring me six figures is it a bust?
I hear the sirens, run for cover over the and open fire

now, here we go

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

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

I got away, I'm clever
Went to my neighbors for a
Now you know stick together
I watch the scene the rooftop

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

Alright now, we go

Don't try to follow me, I'm headed state
I gotta pay my fuckin' bills, so I'm transportin'
Change my plates, up my nigga 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
got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the out, rollin' down a dirt road

But I ain't alive, I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather on my target
I hit the corner doin' ninety, oh,
bitches right behind me

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

Thug