Luyện nghe bài hát Return Fire

Brrrr stick 'em 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 mine back up
We run the whole fucking chips stack up (chin chin)
We've
Gettin in we fit in since the old days
L.t.d.'s rode the o'jays
Gun place, crime place, one swoop
Strawberries in the back - at the 70's
Giving like a chicken plucked
Four one bitch, everybody fucking
selling my
Crack on the corner, packing, bailing my
Got a
Million reasons so it the killin season, moves the crowd
As the hit with no names
Connects the echos through the ghetto hot
Flies an eagle
Becomes the strap by the motherfuckin
windows
Tyres fast up out yo' set
week right back to see who we can get
You want yo' chin (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 no hail low
One I stay low
Want pay no compton, no no
Hit the round when we start
Out the door
they send the ? ? ? ? in (get up)
We fo' hire
(boom)
We bust back (boom), return the fire, em

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

Bails around o'clock
my block with the glock
Keeps the world stash
From neighbourhood
the rocks
Dope fiends my pay
Late nite hype to fiends so they this way
24 is the
And if you want that bomb shit come and spend me
Killas with me
Two top (geah)
Cars deep the streets a diploma
aroma
In a coma trauma center, slugs hit your
Mentality's too sick when we the party
Makes to clean ghetto way got yo' spot on
Shootin a sheriff, we so you best not try it
In my life I find a fuckin need
To be paper down red bones weed
With
A nigga to - cluck his dope
One time's trying to stop the paper fo' sho'
Oh no ain't no of the ghetto bird
As they fly in the 5-0 swerve
Niggas need to pay attention
For the money on a
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, the stash and ? ? ? ? ?
No assistance up excepts the cash
Baby keep yo' head low
Tear gas through the window, the floor
Grabs the mask - to the face, you the s-k clan
You to with two mill, the glock in my hand
Tear gas make a nigga
Feds talkin shit on the loud speaker
To the jeep
I heard this: she put to up
Told my baby duck 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'
back we return the fire (get 'em)

Half ounce one
'em
Eihthype one

'em