Luyện nghe bài hát Return

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

'Cause if you don't wanna fuck wit a trill nigga
From the trill villa wit a trigga 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 carry no sugar in they nutsac
Just big fat balls and a trigga in backpack
So you give me my money 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 mine
Instead of buying cars for a bitch sunshine

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

Bitch, the return of the trill ass niggas
Uh, it's the return of the ass niggas
But you hear me
the return of the trill ass niggas bitch

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

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

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

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

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