Luyện nghe bài hát Return

It all with a Pimp C, bitch
So what the is up?
Told 'em somethin'
Ease up my cut

'Cause if you don't really wanna wit a trill nigga
the trill villa wit a steel trigga land of the real killers
Pop pop there you go
bust 'em on yo ass if you don't ease up off me ho

'Cause trill niggas don't carry no sugar in nutsac
Just big fat and a trigga in they backpack
So you gon' give me my money but you don't hear me
But I bet you hear me when I fill you with

P.A. nigga, ass nigga
How you figga you can me down nigga?
Mr. big an, Mr. big time, give me what's
Instead of buying for a bitch named sunshine

Give me what's mine, give me mine
Before it down to triggas
Shit, it's the return of the trill ass

Bitch, the return of the trill ass niggas
Uh, it's the return of the ass niggas
But you hear me
It's the of the trill ass niggas bitch

Yea muthfuckas, I you run
I figured you run, I pull triggas to guns
triggas to guns P.A. fool a nigga named Bun
A nigga named Bun, no more sun, no more

Say hello to the milly millameter
(Buck, buck, buck)
tight glock, bustin' them shots
When I break yo ass off hot

Niggas steady catchin' lead to the
I aim for the chest
Muthafuckas sportin' vests
So I guess, when I start blastin', niggas passin' away
Dearly beloved, I had yo ass gathered

So I can lay you hoes in a line, you to a square
Put them on yo ass and bail on out
the pen, Pimp C and Bird, I take the blunt

Now surprise, surprise, I'm gettin' eyes
In this bitch a switch
I might slang, bang then bail and
Scope mean now it's the return of the ass niggas