Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

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

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

duck or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up
I a fuck, I'm sick inside my mind
Why you sweatin' me? gonna take an army full of
ass cops to come and get me

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

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

Hey, I'm sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?
Got my stressin' thinkin' it's a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that's
We a drug life, thug life, each day could be my last

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

Alright now, we go

These motherfuckers on my ass, I'm in traffic, will it be
I'm comin' 'round the corner I'm magic
Doin' ninety on the freeway and switches
In a high chase with these punk bitches

Don't turn around I ain't up 'cause they don't worry me
ass bitches better bury me
Runnin' outta gas 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 neighbors for a
Now you players stick together
I watch the scene the rooftop

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

now, here we go

Don't try to follow me, I'm outta state
I pay my fuckin' bills, so I'm transportin' weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga and now we
Droppin' keys like they

Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta
Till the is clear, enough dope to last a year
They got me running from the police, to go
With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt

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

They take a shot and hit my tires
Now, jump out the car then I fire, sucka

Thug