Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

Tell me, how many motherfuckers feel me?
I smoke a and freak the funk
these jealous motherfuckers kill me

I'm out the gutter, a hero
I'm 165 and staying till I die
My zero
I could give a fuck about you

Better duck or I'll be to hit yo ass up
I give a fuck, I'm sick my mind
Why you sweatin' me? It's take an army full of
Crooked ass to come and get me

know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra beside my dresser
to God I've been ready to die since I was born
I don't no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's on

Open on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It's a man's world, get played, another stray
Hope I live to see day

Hey, I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I
Got my mama thinkin' it's a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama attached
We living a drug life, thug life, day could be my last

Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't ask
the consequences when ya livin', fast
Six bricks of tricks for my niggaz, I come up and recoup
You keep the dope just bring me six is it a bust?
I hear the sirens, run for cover over the and open fire

Alright now, we go

These on my ass, I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?
I'm comin' the corner like I'm magic
Doin' ninety on the freeway and hittin'
In a high speed chase with punk bitches

Don't turn around I givin' up 'cause they don't worry me
Pussy ass better bury me
Runnin' gas time to park it, I'm on foot, we in the hood
How the fuck they gon' a crook?

I got away, 'cause I'm
Went to my for a favor
Now you players stick together
I watch the scene from the

Spittin' at the coppers
That pursue me,
I be a hustler till it's over,
Open on you bustas

now, here we go

Don't try to follow me, I'm headed state
I gotta pay my fuckin' bills, so I'm weight
my plates, pick up my nigga and now we rollin'
Droppin' keys like stolen

me who do you fear? I'm outta town
Till the coast is clear, enough dope to last a
They got me running the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' a dirt road

But I ain't goin' alive, I'd rather die be a convict
I'd rather fire on my
I hit the corner ninety, oh, shit
bitches right behind me

They take a shot and hit my fuckin'
Now, out the car then I open fire, sucka

Thug