Luyện nghe bài hát A Thin Line

Your depiction of a nigga
Is
Your hung my nigga
were drawn

You sided with the judge I a hater
I don't love squellers, me
You have the audacity to like you real
Nigga you fold under pressure, my life is

You sold soul to detectives, I could get you murdered
But you dying a slow death you told yet
The truth came to light you a fake
You helped the D.A.'s case, my

Fuck your life, I hate the side of your face,
Only a fake nigga would you
You went against the cause and papers
The signatures yours, that's bullshit, pardon me

Sammy, the
the stand betraying the fam
Should have it real, you put your fate in ya hand
I guess the way it was planned

There's a thin line between love and hate and you it
You had around the way and you lost it
If a dies a thousand deaths, how you gon' live?
Nigga you get no

Death dishonor
You sacrificed your breath so respect a nigga power in
I get you hit up in the
I'm a real nigga, I walk the streets with
I'm the truth, you a lie

You a part-time prosecutor, full time
I right rhymes with greatness, you write statements
And the streets don't know
Tssk, yo, it was all just a week ago

How could you live being the D.A.'s witness
And ya names associated with snitches?
You could pray for forgiveness, I'ma you a stool pigeon
Ain't nothing you can do nigga, might I

Only a bitch snitch to get a lighter sentence
it like a man, nigga, like official prints and cornbread nigga
I'm a warrior you deserve a in ya head, nigga

There's a thin line between love and hate and you it
You had around the way and you lost it
If a coward dies a thousand deaths how you live?
Nigga, you get no

Uhh, I'm tired of you coming like snitching justifiable
I once you, you rap bastard
Ain't no to explain, you not my man
Everytime you give me five, I wash my

nigga, M E G A bitch tell the D.A. bricks
I move in three days not including the
What ya mind, was it alluded time
My words are exulted ruin lives

You a disgrace to ya race, I'm true to
All my doggs time, no before I side with the law
I rather with the fours and deprive you of your, coward existence
You probably send ya momma to prison to beat a sentence,

There's a thin between love and hate and you crossed it
You had around the way and you lost it
If a coward a thousand deaths how you gon' live?
Nigga, you get no