Luyện nghe bài hát Return

It all with a Pimp C, bitch
So the fuck is up?
Told 'em good
up my muthafuckin' cut

'Cause if you don't really wanna wit a trill nigga
From the trill villa wit a steel land of the real killers
Pop pop muthafucka you go
I'ma bust 'em on yo ass if you ease up off me ho

'Cause trill niggas don't carry no sugar in nutsac
Just big fat and a trigga in they backpack
So you gon' give me my but you don't hear me though
But I bet you hear me when I fill you bulletholes

P.A. nigga, trill ass
How you figga you can me down nigga?
Mr. big an, Mr. big time, give me what's
Instead of buying cars for a bitch sunshine

Give me what's mine, give me what's
Before it down to triggas
Shit, it's the return of the trill ass

Bitch, it's the of the trill ass niggas
Uh, it's the return of the trill ass
But you can't me
It's the of the trill ass niggas bitch

Yea muthfuckas, I you run
I figured you run, when I pull triggas to
That triggas to P.A. fool a nigga named Bun
A nigga Bun, no more sun, no more shine

Say hello to the nine millameter
(Buck, buck, buck)
tight glock, bustin' them shots
When I break yo ass off hot

Niggas steady lead to the head
I never aim for the
Muthafuckas sportin' bulletproof
So I guess, when I start blastin', niggas start away
Dearly beloved, I had yo ass today

So I can lay you hoes in a line, you to a square
Put them hands on yo ass and on out
the pen, Pimp C and Bird, I take the blunt

Now surprise, surprise, I'm gettin' Chinese
In bitch here's a switch
I might slang, bang then bail and
Scope mean now the return of the trill ass niggas