Luyện nghe bài hát Return

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

'Cause if you don't really fuck wit a trill nigga
From the trill villa wit a steel 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 balls and a trigga in backpack
So you gon' give me my money but you don't me though
But I bet you hear me when I fill you with

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

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

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

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

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

steady catchin' lead to the head
I aim for the chest
Muthafuckas sportin' bulletproof
So I guess, when I start blastin', niggas start passin'
beloved, I had yo ass gathered today

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

Now surprise, surprise, I'm gettin' Chinese
In this bitch here's a
I might slang, bang bail and burn
Scope mean now it's the return of the trill ass