Luyện nghe bài hát Return

It all with a Pimp C, bitch
So what the is up?
Told 'em somethin'
Ease up my cut

'Cause if you don't really wanna fuck wit a nigga
From the trill villa wit a steel land of the real killers
Pop pop there you go
I'ma bust 'em on yo ass if you ease up off me ho

'Cause trill don't carry no sugar in they nutsac
Just big fat balls and a trigga in they
So you gon' me my money but you don't hear me though
But I bet you me when I fill you with bulletholes

P.A. nigga, ass nigga
How you figga you can buck me down
Mr. big an, Mr. big time, me what's mine
Instead of cars for a bitch named sunshine

Give me what's mine, give me what's
Before it come down to
Shit, it's the return of the trill ass

Bitch, the return of the trill ass niggas
Uh, it's the of the trill ass niggas
But you can't me
It's the return of the ass niggas bitch

Yea muthfuckas, I you run
I you run, when I pull triggas to guns
triggas to guns P.A. fool a nigga named Bun
A nigga named Bun, no sun, no more shine

Say hello to the nine milly
(Buck, buck, buck)
Money tight glock, bustin' shots
When I break yo ass off hot

Niggas steady catchin' to the head
I never aim for the
Muthafuckas bulletproof vests
So I guess, when I start blastin', niggas start away
Dearly beloved, I had yo ass today

So I can lay you in a line, draw you to a square
Put them hands on yo ass and on out
Pass the pen, Pimp C and Bird, I take the

Now surprise, surprise, I'm gettin' eyes
In this here's a switch
I might slang, bang then bail and
Scope mean now it's the return of the trill ass