Luyện nghe bài hát Return Fire

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

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

Your block is mine bitch up
We run the whole fucking world stack up (chin chin)
been
Gettin in we fit in since the old days
L.t.d.'s bopping the o'jays
Gun place, crime place, one swoop
Strawberries in the - at the 70's coupe
head like a chicken plucked
Four niggas one bitch, everybody
From my
Crack on the corner, packing, my straps
Got a
reasons so it be's the killin season, moves the crowd
As the hit with no names
Connects the dots echos the ghetto hot
like an eagle
Becomes the strap by the regal
Tinted
Tyres fast up out yo' set
Next week right to see who we can get
You want yo' chin (ping)
Fools just a car
We got yo' ass when we see you r.i.p. on the
The way I'm don't give no hail low
One I stay low
Want pay no compton, no no
Hit the round when we blastin
Out the door
Before they the ? ? ? ? in (get up)
We niggas fo'
(boom)
We bust back (boom), the fire, get' em

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

Bails around o'clock
Roam my block with the
the world nicely stash
From neighbourhood
the rocks
Dope fiends my pay
Late hype to fiends so they walk this way
24 is the
And if you want that bomb come and spend with me
been with me
Two top (geah)
Cars from the streets a diploma
Endo
In a coma trauma center, hit your body
Mentality's too sick we leave the party
to clean ghetto way got yo' spot on quire
Shootin a sheriff, we wired so you not try it
In my time I find a fuckin need
To be paper down red bones weed
speed
A commits to - cluck his dope
One trying to stop the paper chase fo' sho'
Oh no ain't no escaping of the ghetto
As fly in fast the 5-0 swerve
Niggas need to listen: pay
For the money on a
fo' hire 'turn the fire, geah

(chorus)

Feds gettin
I'm
My girl me on my shoulder (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
the mask - to the face, you know the s-k clan
You grabs to two mill, the glock in my hand
Tear gas a nigga weaker
Feds much 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 niggas in my damn way
to keep spittin
This is day
my pay
Fast (geah)
Niggas fo'
Bust back we the fire (get 'em)

Half one time
'em
Eihthype one

'em