Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Kill Sam

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

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 nigga to with
I got the A to the motherfuckin' K, and ready to rip
Slapped in my banana clip and I'm

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

Pump seventeen rounds his brains hang out
'Cause the shit he did was for
Tried to fuck a brother up the ass like a whore
And that ain't fly

So now I'm settin' up, the drive-by
And when you this shit
It the world say
"Damn, I wanna Sam"

Do the niggaz run this
Do the niggaz run this

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

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

He up a little dap
Then around, and pulled out a gat
I knew it was a
I said, "Please don't kill my mother," so he her

me up, took me outside
And I was thrown in a big
And it was packed sardines
Full of niggaz, who fell for the scheme

us to a place and made us work
All day and we couldn't have to say
up the families forever
And to this day black folks can't stick

And odd
us down, made us pray, to his God
And I think about it, it make 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 bitch to axe me
And hang me by a 'til my neck snapped
Now the motherfucker wanna ban rap

And put me under or concrete
But God, can see through a sheet
'Cause you the devil in
You can burn your cross, I'll burn your flag

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

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

So if you see a man in red white and
Gettin' janked by the Mob crew
It's a man who to buckle
I wanna kill Sam 'cause he ain't my Uncle

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