Luyện nghe bài hát Return Fire

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

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

Your block is bitch back up
We run the whole world chips stack up (chin chin)
We've
Gettin in where we fit in the old days
L.t.d.'s rode bopping the
Gun place, crime place, one swoop
Strawberries in the - at the 70's coupe
Giving head a chicken plucked
Four niggas one bitch, fucking
From my
on the corner, packing, bailing my straps
Got a
Million reasons so it be's the killin season, the crowd
As the bullets hit with no
the dots echos through the ghetto hot
Flies like an
Becomes the strap by the motherfuckin
Tinted
spin fast up out yo' set
Next week back to see who we can get
You yo' chin checked (ping)
just gimme a car
We got yo' ass when we see you r.i.p. on the
The way I'm livin don't give no low
One times I low
pay no compton, no play no
Hit the round when we start
Out the back
Before send the ? ? ? ? in (get up)
We fo' hire
(boom)
We back (boom), return the fire, get' em

Brrrrrrr stick 'em stick'em...
Half ounce one time 'em

Bails twelve o'clock
Roam my block with the
Keeps the world stash
From watch
the rocks
Dope makes my pay
Late nite hype to fiends so they this way
24 is the
And if you want bomb shit come and spend with me
been with me
Two top (geah)
deep from the streets a diploma
Endo
In a coma trauma center, slugs hit body
Mentality's too sick when we leave the
Makes to clean ghetto way got yo' spot on
Shootin a sheriff, we wired so you not try it
In my life I find a fuckin need
To be paper down red bones chronic
With
A commits to - cluck his dope
One time's trying to stop the paper chase fo'
Oh no no escaping of the ghetto bird
As they fly in the 5-0 swerve
need to listen: pay attention
For the on a mission
Niggas fo' hire 'turn the fire,

(chorus)

Feds gettin
I'm
My girl me on my shoulder (wake up)
While I'm
creepin
No worry, grabs the and ? ? ? ? ?
No assistance up excepts the cash
Baby keep yo' down low
Tear gas through the window, hits the
Grabs the mask - to the face, you the s-k clan
You grabs to with two mill, the in my hand
Tear gas a nigga weaker
Feds talkin shit on the loud speaker
To the jeep
I heard this: she put to up
Told my baby down cause I'm about to sweep up
Whole lotta niggas in my way
Guarantee to keep
This is day
my pay
Fast (geah)
Niggas fo'
back we return the fire (get 'em)

Half one time
'em
Eihthype one

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