Luyện nghe bài hát Maybe If I Sing

(Sheek Louch)
50 you a rat, you a coward, you a
You a bitch motherfucker now this {*tch-tch BOOM*}
All you about is money and sales
What you need to talk about is all them niggaz that you put in them
We don't dry niggaz (nah) rappin and whisperin
that the rap police listenin
Homey know just what he doin, who career he
That's aight, Ja got him, say goodnight (aight)
I'ma blast I go on the run
mad at Game cause he ain't like them, he ain't your son (bitches)
50 this, 50 nigga 50 whack (50 whack)
Nigga you down, when you gon' get him back? (woo)
And when you gon' say hot on the track? (never)
I guess the next time you get be your back
A up nigga, let me get down wit'chu
I make niggaz don't hit you - ha ha

(Chorus)
Hey yo if I siiiiing, I'll be rich (should I sing?)
And maybe if I rat on you, I'll be rich (or maybe I rat on you)
Maybe if I crossover, I'll be (I need to cross over I think)
I beeee, I wanna be, just like that 50 bitch (how can I be like that nigga)
Maybe if I siiiiing, I'll be (should I sing son?)
And maybe if I rat on you, I'll be rich (who should I up?)
Maybe if I crossover, be rich (I need to cross over)
I wanna beeee, I wanna be, just that 50 bitch

(Sheek Louch)
Hey yo Banks you got a flow
But fuckin with homey, all you get is half-assed dough
And where the fuck was you at wit'cha big-ass
When I was writin "Benjamins" with 'Kiss, and Ma$e
I ain't heard of you homey, you blew up quick
But back then I'm pretty sure that you was on my (LOX nigga)
I dropped L.O.X., chest to chest, to back
On Clue when, "If You I'm Jiggy" was whack
I wore shiny suits, knew I didn't belong
But even back then I never sang on a song
been white-tee'd out (yeah) white haze and hash
It's fucked up, 50 makin y'all wear trash (yeah!)
What he do, put your clothes on the bed, put your sneakers on the
and tell you what hat to put on your (ha ha ha)
You lil' muh'fuckers to me
And I don't give a fuck if the doors lift up in your

(Chorus)

(Sheek Louch)
Go Young (go Young Buck) that's my nigga (that's my nigga)
Even if 50 don't let you get
I see you run around wit'cha shirt off; you need some food
You 'bout as big as "The of Christ" dude
And I still got love for the South
But I ain't gon' respect no nigga with my dick in his
G-Unit gon' be gone once Dre on you (G-G-G-G-G)
And it's fucked up cause Eminem to warn you
You ain't as big as these white dudes that cut check
Think so? and see who they go to next (D-Block)
You forgot about the hood
Everybody ain't workin with bricks, some niggaz got
No new guns, just shits that jam
Fuck it though, I'ma wit'chu do the death
D-Block muh'fucker there's no one left
G-G-G-G-G-G... the fuck here!
(Yo bring in the son, bring in the hook)

(Chorus) the (ad libs)

D-Block!