Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

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

I'm out the gutter, pick a
I'm 165 and high till I die
My competion's
'Cause I could give a fuck you

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

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

Open fire on my adversaries, even worry
Better have on a aim for the chest and then you buried
It's a world, niggaz get played, another stray
Hope I live to see day

Hey, I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I
Got my mama stressin' thinkin' 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 Don't even ask
the consequences when ya livin', fast
Six of tricks for my niggaz, I gotta come up and recoup
You keep the dope just bring me six figures is it a
I hear the sirens, run for cover over the fence and open

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 hittin'
In a high speed with these punk bitches

Don't turn around I ain't givin' up 'cause they worry me
Pussy ass bitches better 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
to my neighbors for a favor
Now you players stick together
I watch the from the rooftop

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

now, here we go

Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta
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 coast is clear, dope to last a year
They got me from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, down a dirt road

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

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

Life