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

'Cause trill niggas don't carry no 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 bulletholes

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 cars for a named sunshine

me what's mine, give me what's mine
Before it come to triggas
Shit, the return 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
It's the return of the ass niggas bitch

Yea muthfuckas, I you run
I figured you run, when I triggas to guns
That triggas to guns P.A. 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 break yo ass off hot

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

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 Chinese eyes
In this here's a switch
I might slang, bang then bail and
Scope now it's the return of the trill ass niggas