Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Kill Sam

The army is the only way out for a young teenager.
We'll provide you housing, we'll 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.
Because we do more 7 A.M.
Than most niggers do in their whole

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 nigga to fuck 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, Philly or
It seems like he got the country behind him
So it's sort of to find him
But I do, gotta 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 a small whore
And shit ain't fly

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

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

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

Here's why I wanna the punk
'Cause he tried to take a motherfuckin' chunk of the
He came to my house, I let 'em in
'Cause he said he was down 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 my mother," so he raped her

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

Took us to a place and made us
All day and we have shit to say
Broke up the families
And to this day black folks stick together

And odd
Broke us down, 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 used to axe me
And hang me by a 'til my neck snapped
Now the motherfucker wanna ban rap

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

Try to give me the
So I can makin babies like me
And you're givin' to my people chump
Just wait we get over that hump

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

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

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