Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

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

I'm out the gutter, pick a
I'm 165 and staying high I die
My competion's
I could give a fuck about you

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

know 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 been ready to die since I was
I don't no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's on

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

Hey, I'm getting sweated by undercovers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin' thinkin' it's a bust
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 time to shoot? Don't even ask
the consequences when ya livin', fast
Six bricks of tricks for my niggaz, I come up and recoup
You the dope just bring me six figures is it a bust?
I hear the sirens, run for cover over the and open fire

now, here we go

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

Don't turn I ain't givin' up 'cause they don't worry me
Pussy ass bitches better me
Runnin' gas time to park it, I'm on foot, we in the hood
How the they gon' catch a crook?

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

Spittin' at the coppers
That me, beotch
I be a hustler till over, motherfucker
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 weight
Change my plates, pick up my and now we rollin'
Droppin' like they stolen

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

But I ain't alive, I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my
I hit the doin' ninety, oh, shit
Them bitches right me

They take a shot and hit my tires
Now, jump out the car then I fire, sucka

Life