Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Kill Sam

The is the only way out for a young black teenager.
We'll you with housing, we'll provide you with education
We'll provide you everything you need 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 do in their whole lifetime

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

I wanna kill him, he tried 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
in my banana clip and I'm lookin'

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

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

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

Do the niggaz run this
Do the run this motherfucker?

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

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

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

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

Took us to a place and made us
All day and we have shit to say
up the families forever
And to this day black folks can't together

And odd
us down, made us pray, to his God
And when I think about it, it 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 'til my neck
Now the sneaky wanna ban rap

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

Try to give me the
So I can stop makin babies me
And you're givin' dope to my people
Just wait 'til we get over that

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

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

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