Luyện nghe bài hát Return Fire

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

You know how the fuck we do it,
remember that old school shit, geah
Get 'em

Your block is mine back up
We run the whole fucking world stack up (chin chin)
We've
Gettin in we fit in since the old days
L.t.d.'s rode bopping the
Gun place, crime place, one time
Strawberries in the - at the 70's coupe
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 season, moves the crowd
As the hit with no names
the dots echos through the ghetto hot
Flies like an
Becomes the by the motherfuckin regal
Tinted
Tyres spin up out yo' set
week right back to see who we can get
You want yo' chin (ping)
Fools just a car
We got yo' ass we see you r.i.p. on the wall
The way I'm livin don't no hail low
One I stay low
Want pay no compton, no no
Hit the when we start blastin
Out the door
Before they the ? ? ? ? in (get up)
We fo' hire
(boom)
We bust back (boom), return the fire, em

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

Bails around twelve
Roam my block with the
Keeps the nicely stash
From neighbourhood
Walks the
fiends makes my pay
Late hype to fiends so they walk this way
24 is the
And if you want that bomb shit and spend with me
Killas been me
Two top (geah)
Cars deep the streets a diploma
Endo
In a coma trauma center, hit your body
Mentality's too sick when we leave the
Makes to ghetto way got yo' spot on quire
a sheriff, we wired so you best not try it
In my life I find a fuckin need
To be paper down red bones weed
With
A nigga commits to - his dope
One time's trying to stop the paper chase fo'
Oh no ain't no escaping of the bird
As they fly in the 5-0 swerve
Niggas need to pay attention
For the on a mission
fo' hire 'turn the fire, geah

(chorus)

Feds gettin
I'm
My girl touched me on my (wake up)
While I'm
creepin
No worry, the stash and ? ? ? ? ?
No pick up excepts the cash
keep yo' head down low
Tear gas through the window, the floor
Grabs the mask - to the face, you know the s-k
You grabs to with two mill, the glock in my
Tear gas a nigga weaker
Feds talkin much shit on the loud
To the jeep
I heard this: she put to up
Told my baby down cause I'm about to sweep up
Whole lotta in my damn way
to keep spittin
This is day
my pay
Fast (geah)
Niggas fo'
Bust back we return the (get 'em)

ounce one time
'em
Eihthype one

'em