Luyện nghe bài hát Return

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say hello to the nine millameter
(Buck, buck, buck)
Money tight glock, bustin' 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 passin' away
Dearly beloved, I had yo ass gathered

So I can lay you hoes in a line, draw you to a
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 a switch
I might slang, bang then and burn
Scope mean now it's the return of the trill ass