Luyện nghe bài hát Return

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

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

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

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

Give me what's mine, me what's mine
Before it down to triggas
Shit, it's the of the trill ass niggas

Bitch, the return of the trill ass niggas
Uh, it's the return of the ass niggas
But you hear me
It's the of the trill ass niggas bitch

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

Say hello to the milly millameter
(Buck, buck, buck)
Money glock, bustin' them shots
When I yo ass off somethin' hot

Niggas steady lead to the head
I aim for the chest
Muthafuckas sportin' vests
So I guess, when I start blastin', niggas start away
Dearly beloved, I had yo ass today

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

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