Luyện nghe bài hát A Thin Line

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

You sided with the I ain't a hater
I don't squellers, that's me
You have the to talk 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 helped the D.A.'s case, my

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

Sammy, the
Take the betraying the fam
Should have kept it real, you put your in ya hand
I that's 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 coward dies a thousand deaths, how you gon'
Nigga you get no

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

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

How could you live being the D.A.'s witness
And knowing ya associated with snitches?
You could pray for forgiveness, I'ma fact you a pigeon
nothing you can do nigga, might I mention

Only a bitch would snitch to get a lighter
Take it like a man, nigga, like prints 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 the way and you lost it
If a coward a thousand deaths how you gon' live?
Nigga, you get no

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

What nigga, M E G A bitch the D.A. bricks
I in three days not including the grindin'
What ya mind, was it alluded 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 deprive you of your, coward
You probably send ya momma to to beat a sentence, bitch

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