Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

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

I'm out the gutter, a hero
I'm 165 and high till I die
My zero
'Cause I could a fuck about you

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

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

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

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

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

Alright now, we go

These motherfuckers on my ass, I'm in traffic, it be tragic?
I'm comin' 'round the corner I'm magic
Doin' ninety on the freeway and hittin'
In a high speed with these punk 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 park it, I'm on foot, we in the
How the they gon' catch a crook?

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

Spittin' at the coppers
pursue me, beotch
I be a hustler till over, motherfucker
Open fire on you

Alright now, we go

try to follow me, I'm headed outta state
I pay my fuckin' bills, so I'm transportin' weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga and now we
Droppin' keys like stolen

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

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

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

Life