Luyện nghe bài hát A Thin Line

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

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

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

Fuck your life, I the side of your face, nigga
Only a fake nigga respect you
You went against the cause and signed
The signatures yours, that's that bullshit, 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 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 gon'
Nigga you get no

Death dishonor
You sacrificed breath so respect 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 with greatness, you write statements nigga
And the streets don't know
Tssk, yo, it was all just a week ago

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

Only a bitch would to get a lighter sentence
Take it 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 and you crossed it
You had respect around the way and you it
If a coward dies a thousand how you gon' live?
Nigga, you get no

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

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

You a to ya race, I'm true 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 send ya momma to to beat a sentence, bitch

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 thousand deaths how you gon'
Nigga, you get no