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 BOOM*}
All you talk about is and sales
What you need to talk is all them niggaz that you put in them jails
We don't dry snitch (nah) rappin and whisperin
that the rap police listenin
Homey know what he doin, who career he swipe
That's aight, Ja got him, niggaz say (aight)
blast 'til I go on the run
Just mad at cause he ain't like them, he ain't your son (bitches)
50 this, 50 that; nigga 50 (50 whack)
Nigga laid you down, you gon' get him back? (woo)
And when you say somethin hot on the track? (never)
I guess the next time you get hit'll be back
A fucked up nigga, let me get down
I sure niggaz don't hit you - ha ha

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

(Sheek Louch)
Hey yo you got a half-assed flow
But with homey, all you gon' get is half-assed dough
And the fuck was you at wit'cha big-ass face
When I was writin "Benjamins" with 'Kiss, and Ma$e
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, to back
On when, "If You Think I'm Jiggy" was whack
I wore suits, niggaz knew I didn't belong
But even back then I still never sang on a
I've been out (yeah) white haze and hash
It's fucked up, 50 makin y'all that trash (yeah!)
he do, put your clothes 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 give a fuck if the doors lift up in your

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(Sheek Louch)
Go Young Buck (go Buck) that's my nigga (that's my nigga)
if 50 don't let you get bigger
I see you run around stage 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 gon' respect no nigga with my dick in his mouth
gon' be gone once Dre bounce on you (G-G-G-G-G)
And it's up cause Eminem tried to warn you
You as big as these white dudes that cut your check
so? Wait and see who they go to next (D-Block)
You forgot about the hood
Everybody ain't workin with bricks, some got gramps
No new guns, them shits that jam
Fuck it though, I'ma ride do the death
D-Block muh'fucker there's no one left
G-G-G-G-G-G... the outta here!
(Yo bring in the son, bring in the hook)

(Chorus) the (ad libs)

D-Block!