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 down on the ground, and em out alright
Yo, aight aight man!
[copper] Get the fuck on the ground man!
[Sticky] man!
Now keep your ass on the floor..

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

Yo

Chorus:

These streets is to kill me
My best friend, could be my enemy, this game is deadly
This ghetto murder me, or lock me up
to life, throw the key

Verse X-1

Yo, yo
You know what happens in the of the inner city tale
When your thoughts fail and have you to death
off your fingernails, not enough, numbers on the weight scale
Got, niggaz cuttin throat to make sales
if it take the last of me I'ma fill my pockets to capacity
Anything that takes cash, fuck job
Put on a face mask kid, I'm out to rob
If you or not, I put the chrome to your knot
One shot to the side of your face, let me up inside of place
the funds up out of the safe
Hit the fire escape, gates
Flyin Jakes, I'm dyin for paint

Verse Two:

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 Rugar stay off safe
To take off a face, in case, a quiet lace
Plottin, for your knot-and, your spot-and, block-and
anything else, you got-ten, hopefully you and rotten
So open, don't sleep
once you do you goin deep, mo' money mo' heat
Police, brutalize me to death
And my foes wanna see me lose all my
Maybe friends, come merk me for my beans
And bitches that gave me skins, wanna my end
Cut open my chest, and see my
pump the ounce of life -- for livin, it's a price
Til then, when over, kamikaze
Strictly, I'm all you motherfuckers with me!

Verse Clay the Raider, Sticky 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 darkest in the sky
No time to waste, we got the in the briefcase
We up the whorehouse, we takin everything
We want the to the diamond rings
You want the sun to shine? We want the to pour
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 me, and they caught me by surprise
That's when I out, my life flashed before my eyes *glass breaking*

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

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

narrates as a ghost]
I left a widow and a bastard kid
The streets was tryin to me, and it did

Verse Four/Modified Fredro Starr

These streets is tryin to me
That's why I a Mac-Mil this shit is real to me
This shit is deadly, this ghetto murder me
or lock me up for twenty five to life the key, I'm low key
So niggaz don't me, a half a key is worth
than a pound of weed, I die for my seed
Kill for my family, this world
cause this world don't understand me, I'm mentally
I'm drinkin Hennessy, mixed with
Shit is stressing me, niggaz praying for the of me
But til bury me
When sixteen enter me
Remember me worst enemy

Motherfuckers!