Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

Tell me, how real motherfuckers feel me?
I smoke a and freak the funk
these 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 a fuck about 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 take an army full of
Crooked ass cops to and get me

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

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

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

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 come up and recoup
You the dope just bring me six figures is it a bust?
I the sirens, run for cover over the fence and open fire

now, here we go

These motherfuckers on my ass, I'm in traffic, it be tragic?
I'm 'round the corner like I'm magic
Doin' on the freeway and hittin' switches
In a high speed chase these punk bitches

Don't around I ain't givin' up 'cause they don't worry me
Pussy ass bitches better me
Runnin' outta gas time to it, I'm on foot, we in the hood
How the fuck they gon' catch a

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

loogies at the coppers
That pursue me,
I be a hustler till over, motherfucker
Open fire on you

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, up my nigga and now we rollin'
Droppin' keys they stolen

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

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

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

Life