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 wit a trill nigga
From the trill villa wit a 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 niggas don't carry no sugar in they nutsac
Just big fat balls and a in they backpack
So you gon' give me my money but you don't 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 down
Mr. big an, Mr. big time, give me what's
of buying cars for a bitch named sunshine

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

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

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 more sun, no more

Say to the nine milly millameter
(Buck, buck, buck)
Money tight glock, bustin' them
I break yo ass off somethin' hot

Niggas steady catchin' lead to the
I aim for the chest
Muthafuckas sportin' vests
So I guess, when I start blastin', start passin' away
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 this here's a switch
I might slang, bang bail and burn
Scope mean now it's the of the trill ass niggas