Luyện nghe bài hát Return

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

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

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

P.A. nigga, trill ass
How you figga you can buck me down
Mr. big an, Mr. big time, give me mine
Instead of buying for a bitch named sunshine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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