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 talk about is money and
What you need to talk is all them niggaz that you put in them jails
We don't dry snitch (nah) rappin and whisperin
Knowin that the rap police
Homey just what he doin, who career he swipe
That's aight, Ja got him, niggaz say (aight)
I'ma 'til I go on the run
Just mad at Game cause he like them, he ain't your son (bitches)
50 this, 50 that; nigga 50 (50 whack)
Nigga laid you down, when you get him back? (woo)
And when you gon' say somethin hot on the (never)
I guess the next time you get be your back
A fucked up nigga, let me get down
I make sure 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 (or maybe I should rat on you)
Maybe if I crossover, I'll be (I need to cross over I think)
I wanna beeee, I wanna be, just like that 50 (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, be rich (who should I give up?)
Maybe if I crossover, I'll be rich (I need to over)
I beeee, I wanna be, just like that 50 bitch

(Sheek Louch)
Hey yo Banks you got a flow
But fuckin homey, all you gon' get is half-assed dough
And where the fuck was you at big-ass face
When I was writin "Benjamins" 'Kiss, Diddy and Ma$e
I ain't heard of you homey, 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, back to
On Clue when, "If You Think I'm Jiggy" was
I shiny suits, niggaz knew I didn't belong
But even back I still never sang on a song
I've white-tee'd 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 hat to put on your head? (ha ha ha)
You lil' to me daddy
And I don't give a 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 let you get bigger
I see you run around stage wit'cha shirt you need some food
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 my dick in his mouth
G-Unit be gone once Dre bounce 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 go to next (D-Block)
You forgot the hood scramps
Everybody ain't workin with bricks, some got gramps
No new guns, just them 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 hook son, in the hook)

(Chorus) the (ad libs)

D-Block!