Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Kill Sam

The army is the way out for a young black teenager.
We'll provide you with housing, provide you with education
We'll provide you with everything you to survive in life
We'll you to be the best soldier in the U.S. of A.
we do more before 7 A.M.
Than most niggers do in their whole

I'm
I'm
I'm
I'm

I wanna kill him, 'cause he to play me like the trick
But you see, I'm the wrong to fuck with
I got the A to the K, and it's ready to rip
Slapped in my clip and I'm lookin'

Is he in Watts, Oakland, Philly or
It like he got the whole country behind him
So it's sort of hard to him
But I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth

Pump seventeen rounds make his brains out
the shit he did was uncalled for
Tried to fuck a brother up the ass a small whore
And that shit fly

So now I'm up, the ultimate drive-by
And when you hear shit
It the world say
"Damn, I kill Sam"

Do the niggaz run motherfucker?
Do the run this motherfucker?

Momma, some man at the do'
Sit yo' ass
Uhh hi, I have to believe that someone in this household
Has just turned eighteen, am I

Here's why I wanna the punk
'Cause he tried to take a motherfuckin' chunk of the
He to my house, I let 'em bail in
he said he was down with the L.M

He gave up a dap
Then around, and pulled out a gat
I knew it was a
I said, "Please kill my mother," so he raped her

Tied me up, took me
And I was in a big truck
And it was packed sardines
Full of niggaz, who for the same scheme

us to a place and made us work
All day and we have shit to say
Broke up the families
And to this day folks can't stick together

And odd
us down, made us pray, to his God
And when I think about it, it me say
"Damn, I wanna Sam"

I'm
I'm
I'm

Now in ninety-one, he tax me
I remember, the son of a used to axe me
And hang me by a rope 'til my snapped
Now the sneaky wanna ban rap

And put me under or concrete
But God, can see a white sheet
you the devil in drag
You can burn your cross, well burn your flag

Try to me the H-I-V
So I can stop babies like me
And you're dope to my people chump
Just wait we get over that hump

yo' ass is grass cause I'ma blast
Can't bury rap, like you jazz
'Cause we stopped whores, stop doin' floors
So bitch you can fight your own

So if you see a man in red and blue
Gettin' janked by the Mob crew
a man who deserves to buckle
I wanna kill Sam 'cause he my motherfuckin' Uncle

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