Luyện nghe bài hát Maybe If I Sing

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

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

(Sheek Louch)
Hey yo Banks you got a flow
But fuckin with homey, all you gon' get is half-assed
And where the fuck was you at wit'cha face
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 you was on my dick (LOX nigga)
I dropped L.O.X., to chest, back to back
On Clue when, "If You I'm Jiggy" was whack
I wore shiny suits, niggaz I didn't belong
But even then I still never sang on a song
I've white-tee'd out (yeah) white haze and hash
fucked up, 50 makin y'all wear that trash (yeah!)
What he do, put your clothes on the bed, put your on the floor
and tell you hat to put on your head? (ha ha ha)
You muh'fuckers to me daddy
And I don't give a if the doors lift up in your Caddy

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus) the (ad libs)

D-Block!