Luyện nghe bài hát Return Fire

Brrrr 'em hahaha stick 'em...
Half ounce one time 'em

You how the fuck we do it, c'mon
Y'all remember old school shit, geah
Get 'em

Your block is bitch back up
We run the whole fucking world chips up (chin chin)
been
Gettin in we fit in since the old days
L.t.d.'s rode the o'jays
Gun place, crime place, one time
Strawberries in the back - at the 70's
Giving head a chicken plucked
Four one bitch, everybody fucking
selling my
Crack on the corner, packing, my straps
Got a
Million reasons so it be's the killin season, the crowd
As the bullets hit with no
Connects the echos through the ghetto hot
Flies an eagle
Becomes the by the motherfuckin regal
windows
Tyres fast up out yo' set
Next right back to see who we can get
You yo' chin checked (ping)
Fools gimme a car
We got yo' ass we see you r.i.p. on the wall
The way I'm don't give no hail low
One times I low
Want pay no compton, no no
Hit the round when we start
Out the back
they send the ? ? ? ? in (get up)
We niggas fo'
(boom)
We bust back (boom), return the fire, em

stick 'em hahaha stick'em...
Half ounce one stick 'em

Bails around twelve
my block with the glock
Keeps the world nicely
From neighbourhood
Walks the
Dope fiends my pay
Late nite hype to fiends so they walk way
24 is the
And if you want that bomb come and spend with me
Killas been me
Two top (geah)
Cars deep from the a diploma
Endo
In a coma center, slugs hit your body
Mentality's too sick when we the party
Makes to clean way got yo' spot on quire
Shootin a sheriff, we wired so you not try it
In my life time I find a need
To be paper down red bones chronic
With
A nigga commits to - cluck his
One time's trying to stop the chase fo' sho'
Oh no ain't no of the ghetto bird
As fly in fast the 5-0 swerve
Niggas to listen: pay attention
For the money on a
fo' hire 'turn the fire, geah

(chorus)

Feds gettin
I'm
My touched me on my shoulder (wake up)
While I'm
They
No worry, the stash and ? ? ? ? ?
No assistance pick up the cash
keep yo' head down low
Tear gas through the window, hits the
Grabs the mask - to the face, you the s-k clan
You grabs to two mill, the glock in my hand
Tear gas make a nigga
Feds talkin much shit on the loud
To the jeep
I heard this: she put to up
Told my duck down cause I'm about to sweep up
lotta niggas in my damn way
Guarantee to spittin
is payback day
my pay
Fast (geah)
fo' hire
Bust back we the fire (get 'em)

Half one time
'em
Eihthype one

'em