Luyện nghe bài hát Maybe If I Sing

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

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

(Sheek Louch)
Hey yo Banks you got a flow
But with homey, all you gon' get is half-assed dough
And where the fuck was you at big-ass face
When I was "Benjamins" with 'Kiss, Diddy and Ma$e
I heard of you homey, 'til you blew up quick
But then I'm pretty sure that you was on my dick (LOX nigga)
I dropped L.O.X., chest to chest, to back
On Clue when, "If You Think I'm Jiggy" was
I wore shiny suits, niggaz knew I didn't
But even back then I still never on a song
I've been out (yeah) white haze and hash
It's fucked up, 50 y'all wear that trash (yeah!)
What he do, put your on the bed, put your sneakers on the floor
and tell you what hat to put on head? (ha ha ha)
You muh'fuckers to me daddy
And I don't a fuck if the doors lift up in your Caddy

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(Sheek Louch)
Go Young Buck (go Young Buck) that's my (that's my nigga)
Even if 50 don't let you get
I see you run around stage wit'cha off; you need some food
You 'bout as big as "The of Christ" dude
And I got love for the dirty South
But I ain't gon' no nigga with my dick in his mouth
G-Unit gon' be gone once Dre on you (G-G-G-G-G)
And it's fucked up cause tried 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 about the hood scramps
Everybody ain't workin with bricks, niggaz got gramps
No new guns, just shits that jam
Fuck it though, I'ma ride do the death
muh'fucker 'til 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!