Luyện nghe bài hát Return Fire

Brrrr stick 'em stick 'em...
Half ounce one time 'em

You know how the fuck we do it,
Y'all remember old school shit, geah
Get 'em

Your block is mine bitch up
We run the fucking world chips stack up (chin chin)
We've
Gettin in where we fit in the old days
L.t.d.'s rode bopping the
Gun place, crime place, one time
Strawberries in the back - at the coupe
head like a chicken plucked
Four niggas one bitch, fucking
From my
on the corner, packing, bailing my straps
Got a
Million reasons so it be's the season, moves the crowd
As the bullets hit with no
Connects the dots echos the ghetto hot
like an eagle
Becomes the strap by the motherfuckin
Tinted
Tyres fast up out yo' set
week right back to see who we can get
You want yo' chin (ping)
just gimme a car
We got yo' ass we see you r.i.p. on the wall
The way I'm livin don't give no low
One I stay low
pay no compton, no play no
Hit the when we start blastin
Out the door
Before send the ? ? ? ? in (get up)
We fo' hire
(boom)
We bust (boom), return the fire, get' em

Brrrrrrr stick 'em stick'em...
ounce one time stick 'em

Bails around twelve
my block with the glock
Keeps the world stash
From neighbourhood
the rocks
Dope fiends my pay
Late nite hype to fiends so they this way
24 is the
And if you want that bomb shit come and with me
Killas been me
Two top (geah)
deep from the streets a diploma
Endo
In a coma trauma center, slugs hit body
Mentality's too sick when we leave the
Makes to clean ghetto way got yo' on quire
Shootin a sheriff, we so you best not try it
In my life time I a fuckin need
To be paper down red bones chronic
With
A nigga commits to - cluck his
One trying to stop the paper chase fo' sho'
Oh no no escaping of the ghetto bird
As fly in fast the 5-0 swerve
Niggas need to pay attention
For the money on a
Niggas fo' 'turn the fire, geah

(chorus)

Feds gettin
I'm
My girl me on my shoulder (wake up)
While I'm
creepin
No worry, the stash and ? ? ? ? ?
No assistance up excepts the cash
Baby keep yo' head low
Tear gas through the window, hits the
Grabs the mask - to the face, you the s-k clan
You grabs to two mill, the glock in my hand
Tear gas make a nigga
Feds talkin much on the loud speaker
To the jeep
I this: she put to keep up
Told my duck down cause I'm about to sweep up
Whole lotta in my damn way
Guarantee to spittin
is payback day
my pay
Fast (geah)
fo' hire
Bust back we the fire (get 'em)

Half one time
'em
Eihthype one

'em