Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

me, how many real motherfuckers feel me?
I smoke a blunt and the funk
these jealous motherfuckers kill me

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

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

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

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

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

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

now, here we go

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

Don't around I ain't givin' up 'cause 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 gon' a crook?

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

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

Alright now, we go

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

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

But I goin' alive, I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd fire on my target
I hit the doin' ninety, oh, shit
Them bitches right me

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

Thug