Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Kill Sam

The army is the only way out for a black teenager.
We'll provide you with housing, we'll provide you with
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 before 7 A.M.
most niggers 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 to fuck with
I got the A to the K, and it's ready to rip
in my banana clip and I'm lookin'

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
'Cause the he did was uncalled for
Tried to fuck a brother up the ass a small whore
And that shit fly

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

Do the niggaz run 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 household
Has turned eighteen, am I correct?

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

He up a little dap
Then 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, me outside
And I was in a big truck
And it was packed like
Full of niggaz, who fell for the scheme

Took us to a place and us work
All day and we have shit to say
Broke up the forever
And to this day black can't 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 bitch to axe me
And me by a rope 'til my neck snapped
Now the motherfucker wanna ban rap

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

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

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

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 ain't my Uncle

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