Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

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

I'm out the gutter, pick a
I'm 165 and staying till I die
My zero
I could 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 take an full of
Crooked ass to come and get me

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

Open fire on my adversaries, 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 live to see day

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

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

Alright now, we go

motherfuckers on my ass, I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?
I'm comin' 'round the like I'm magic
Doin' ninety on the freeway and switches
In a high speed chase with these bitches

Don't turn around I ain't givin' up 'cause they don't me
ass bitches better bury me
Runnin' outta gas time to 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 stick
I the scene from the rooftop

Spittin' at the coppers
That pursue me,
I be a till it's over, motherfucker
fire on you bustas

Alright now, we go

Don't try to me, I'm headed outta state
I gotta pay my fuckin' bills, so I'm transportin'
Change my plates, pick up my nigga and now we
Droppin' keys like stolen

Tell me who do you fear? I'm town
Till the coast is clear, enough to last a year
They got me running from the police, to go
With the lights out, rollin' 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 corner ninety, oh, shit
bitches right behind me

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

Thug