Luyện nghe bài hát A Thin Line

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

You sided with the judge I ain't a
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 soul to detectives, I could get you
But you dying a slow death you told yet
The truth to light you a fake nigga
You the D.A.'s case, my nigga

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

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

a thin 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 gon'
Nigga you get no

before dishonor
You sacrificed your so respect 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 with greatness, you write statements
And think the streets know
Tssk, yo, it was all good just a 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 pigeon
Ain't nothing you can do nigga, I mention

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

There's a thin line between and hate and you crossed it
You had respect around the way and you it
If a coward a thousand deaths how you gon' 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

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

You a to ya race, I'm true to mine
All my doing time, no before I side with the law
I ride 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 dies a thousand deaths how you gon' live?
Nigga, you get no