Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Alright now, we go

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

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

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

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

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

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

Will I blast when time to shoot? Don't even ask
That's the consequences when ya livin',
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 and open fire

Alright now, we go

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

Don't turn around I ain't up 'cause they don't worry me
Pussy ass bitches bury me
Runnin' outta gas time to it, I'm on foot, we in the hood
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 watch the scene the rooftop

Spittin' loogies at the
pursue me, beotch
I be a hustler it's over, motherfucker
Open fire on you

Alright now, we go

Don't try to follow me, I'm outta state
I pay my fuckin' bills, so I'm transportin' weight
Change my plates, up my nigga and now we rollin'
Droppin' like they stolen

me who do you fear? I'm outta 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' down a road

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

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

Thug