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 about is money and sales
you need to talk about is all them niggaz that you put in them jails
We don't dry niggaz (nah) rappin and whisperin
Knowin that the rap listenin
Homey know just what he doin, who he swipe
That's aight, Ja got him, niggaz say (aight)
blast 'til I go on the run
Just mad at Game cause he ain't like them, he your son (bitches)
50 this, 50 that; 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 the next time you get hit'll be your back
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, be rich (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 to cross over I think)
I wanna beeee, I wanna be, just that 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 (who should I give 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 you got a half-assed 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, Diddy and
I ain't heard of you homey, 'til you up quick
But back then I'm pretty that you was on my dick (LOX nigga)
I dropped L.O.X., chest to chest, back to
On when, "If You Think I'm Jiggy" was whack
I shiny suits, niggaz knew 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
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 hat to put on your head? (ha ha ha)
You lil' muh'fuckers to me
And I don't give a fuck if the lift up in your Caddy

(Chorus)

(Sheek Louch)
Go Young Buck (go Buck) that's my nigga (that's my nigga)
Even if 50 don't let you get
I see you run stage wit'cha shirt off; you need some food
You 'bout as big as "The Passion of Christ"
And I still got love for the South
But I ain't gon' respect no 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 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 forgot about the hood
Everybody workin with bricks, some niggaz got gramps
No new guns, just shits that jam
it though, I'ma ride wit'chu do the death
D-Block '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!