Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

[Sticky] Yo, yo but shit ain't mine nigga
[copper] You know what? Get on the alright
Yo man get the fuck off me
[copper] Get on the ground, and spread em out alright
[Sticky] Yo, aight man!
[copper] Get the fuck down on the man!
[Sticky] man!
[copper] Now keep ass on the floor..

[Sticky] Yo who the can I trust man?
You can trust me man
[Sticky] I turn there's danger God!
[devil]
[Sticky] Yo I like the walls is closin in on me man!
[devil] Ay, I am
Buggin man.. ARRRRGH!
[devil] Yeah, I got you where I you
Word up man
[devil]
[Sticky] Ain't got to go Son
[devil] No you

Yo

Onyx

These streets is tryin to me
My friend, could be my worst enemy, this game is deadly
ghetto might murder me, or lock me up
Twenty-five to life, the key

Verse X-1

Yo, yo
You know what happens in the actions of the inner tale
your thoughts fail and have you scared to death
biting off your fingernails, not enough, numbers on the scale
Got, niggaz throat just to make sales
Even if it take the last of me I'ma my pockets to capacity
Anything takes cash, fuck job huntin
Put on a face kid, I'm out to rob sum'in
If you home or not, I put the to your knot
One shot to the side of your face, let me up inside of your
the funds up out of the safe
Hit the escape, high-divin gates
Flyin from Jakes, I'm for paint

Verse Sonsee

Yo, I'm caught up, stuck in the web
Where they'd to see me dead, mail my mom's my head
So the tricolored silenced Rugar stay off
To off a face, just in case, a quiet lace
Plottin, for your knot-and, spot-and, your block-and
anything else, you got-ten, hopefully you and rotten
So eyes open, don't
once you do you goin deep, mo' money mo' heat
Police, wanna me to death
And my foes wanna see me lose all my
Maybe friends, wanna merk me for my beans
And that gave me skins, wanna watch my end
Cut open my chest, and see my
pump the last ounce of -- for livin, it's a price
Til then, when over, kamikaze
Strictly, I'm takin all you motherfuckers me!

Verse Three: Clay the Raider, Fingaz

When I die, I don't none of my niggaz to cry
Just dress me in a suit, and a black tie
Pass me by to the cloud in the sky
No time to waste, we got the drugs in the
We stickin up the whorehouse, we everything
We the pussies to the diamond rings
You want the sun to shine? We want the rain to
Official Nast' to put body on the floor
*BLAM BLAM*

OH I'M HIT! I'M HIT! They just shot me in the stomach!
UNNNGGGGGGHHHHH! *BLAM BLAM *BLAM BLAM* Who want it who want it?
Niggaz trying to kill me, and they caught me by
That's I blacked out, my life flashed before my eyes *glass breaking*

[Sticky to a narrator voice]
My whole life I never give a shit
My mentality was *clip cocked into get shot or gimme a gam
If the gun ain't jam, I bust you
I don't trust my own mother, how the FUCK I'ma trust
I did things that I sorta regret
But I can't bring them niggaz kid they already wet
As a kid I to jail cause I sold crack
I'm holdin trial in the streets cause I ain't to go back

[Sticky switches to panicked voice]
Oh SHIT! happened?! Wait, now I 'member!
And where my gun??! I musta it when I jumped out that window
glass* Ahh, my stomach, where them niggaz I don't see em
I gotta it to the B-M, and try to stop this bleeding
I ain't to die, I got mad blood spilt
("Aiyyo there that nigga go! him!") Oh shit! *BLAM*

[Sticky narrates as a
I left behind a and a bastard kid
The was tryin to kill me, and it did

Verse Four/Modified Chorus: Fredro

These streets is to kill me
That's why I keep a this shit is real to me
This shit is deadly, ghetto might murder me
or lock me up for twenty to life throw the key, I'm low key
So niggaz don't notice me, a half a key is
than a pound of weed, I die for my seed
Kill for my family, fuck world
cause this world don't me, I'm sick mentally
I'm drinkin Hennessy, mixed Tennessee
Shit is me, niggaz praying for the death of me
But til they me
When sixteen shots me
Remember me your worst

Motherfuckers!