Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

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

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

Better or I'll 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 to come and get me

Niggaz know I the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my
Word to God I've been ready to die I was born
I don't want no shit but niggaz trip and yo on

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

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

Will I when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask
the consequences when ya livin', fast
Six bricks of tricks for my niggaz, I gotta up and recoup
You keep the dope just bring me six figures is it a
I the sirens, run for cover over 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 like I'm
Doin' ninety on the freeway and switches
In a high speed chase with these punk

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

I got away, I'm clever
Went to my neighbors for a
Now you know stick together
I the scene from the rooftop

Spittin' loogies at the
That me, beotch
I be a hustler till over, motherfucker
fire on you bustas

Alright now, we go

Don't try to follow me, I'm outta state
I gotta pay my 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 the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt

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

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

Life