Luyện nghe bài hát Return

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

'Cause if you 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 balls and a trigga in they
So you gon' give me my but you don't hear me though
But I bet you me when I fill you with bulletholes

P.A. nigga, ass nigga
How you figga you can buck me down
Mr. big an, Mr. big time, give me mine
Instead of buying cars for a named sunshine

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

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

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

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

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

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' eyes
In bitch here's a switch
I might slang, then bail and burn
Scope mean now it's the return of the ass niggas