Luyện nghe bài hát Return

It all started with a C, bitch
So what the is up?
Told 'em good
Ease up my cut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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