Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Kill Sam

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

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

I wanna kill him, 'cause he tried to play me like the
But you see, I'm the wrong nigga to with
I got the A to the motherfuckin' K, and it's to rip
Slapped in my banana clip and I'm

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

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

So now I'm settin' up, the ultimate
And you hear this shit
It the world say
"Damn, I wanna Sam"

Do the run this motherfucker?
Do the niggaz run this

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

Here's why I kill the punk
'Cause he tried to take a motherfuckin' of the funk
He came to my house, I let 'em in
'Cause he 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 don't kill my mother," so he her

Tied me up, me outside
And I was in a big truck
And it was like 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
up the families forever
And to this day black folks can't stick

And odd
us down, made us pray, to his God
And when I about it, it make me say
"Damn, I kill 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 rope my neck snapped
Now the sneaky wanna ban rap

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

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

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

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

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