Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

Tell me, how many real 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 staying till I die
My competion's
'Cause I give a fuck about you

duck or I'll be forced 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

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

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

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

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

Alright now, we go

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

Don't turn I ain't givin' up 'cause they don't worry me
Pussy ass bitches 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 know players stick
I watch the from the rooftop

Spittin' at the coppers
pursue 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 gotta pay my fuckin' bills, so I'm transportin'
Change my plates, pick up my nigga and now we
Droppin' keys like stolen

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

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

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

Life