Luyện nghe bài hát A Thin Line

Your depiction of a thug
Is
Your hung my nigga
Lines drawn

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

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

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

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

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

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 streets with
I'm the truth, you a lie

You a prosecutor, full time hosa
I right rhymes greatness, you write statements nigga
And the streets don't know
Tssk, yo, it was all good a week ago

How could you live being the D.A.'s witness
And knowing ya names associated with
You could pray for forgiveness, I'ma fact you a stool
Ain't you can do nigga, might I mention

Only a bitch would to get a lighter sentence
Take it like a man, nigga, like official prints and nigga
I'm a warrior you a bullet in ya head, nigga

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

Uhh, I'm tired of you through like snitching justifiable
I admired you, you rap bastard
no need to explain, you not my man
Everytime you me five, I wash my hands

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

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

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