Luyện nghe bài hát A Thin Line

Your of a thug nigga
Is
Your words my nigga
Lines were

You sided with the I ain't a hater
I love squellers, that's me
You have the audacity to talk you real
Nigga you fold under pressure, my is real

You sold soul to detectives, I could get you murdered
But you dying a death denying 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 of your face, nigga
Only a fake nigga would you
You went against the cause and papers
The signatures yours, that's bullshit, pardon me

Sammy, the
Take the stand the fam
Should kept it real, you put your fate in ya hand
I guess that's the way it was

There's a thin line between love and and you crossed it
You had respect the way and you lost it
If a coward dies a thousand deaths, how you gon'
Nigga you get no

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

You a part-time prosecutor, time hosa
I right rhymes greatness, you write statements nigga
And think the streets know
Tssk, yo, it was all good a week ago

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

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

There's a line between love and hate and you crossed it
You had respect around the way and you it
If a coward dies a thousand deaths how you gon'
Nigga, you get no

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

What nigga, M E G A bitch the D.A. bricks
I move in three not including the grindin'
What polluted ya mind, was it time
My are exulted yours ruin lives

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

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