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 about is money and sales
What you need to talk about is all niggaz that you put in them jails
We dry snitch niggaz (nah) rappin and whisperin
Knowin that the rap police
Homey know just 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 ain't them, he ain't your son (bitches)
50 this, 50 that; 50 whack (50 whack)
laid you down, when you gon' get him back? (woo)
And you gon' say somethin hot on the track? (never)
I the next time you get hit'll be your back
A fucked up nigga, let me get wit'chu
I make sure niggaz hit you - ha ha

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Hey yo maybe if I siiiiing, be rich (should I sing?)
And if I rat on you, I'll 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, like 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 rich (who should I up?)
Maybe if I crossover, I'll be rich (I need to 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 where the fuck was you at 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 sure 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 I didn't belong
But even back then I never sang on a song
I've been out (yeah) white haze and hash
It's fucked up, 50 makin wear that trash (yeah!)
he do, put your clothes on the bed, put your sneakers on the floor
and you what hat to put on your head? (ha ha ha)
You lil' muh'fuckers to me
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)
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 for the dirty South
But I ain't respect no nigga with my dick in his mouth
G-Unit be gone once Dre bounce on you (G-G-G-G-G)
And it's up cause Eminem tried to warn you
You ain't as big as white dudes that cut your check
so? Wait and see who they go to next (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, ride wit'chu do the death
D-Block muh'fucker 'til there's no one
G-G-G-G-G-G... the outta here!
(Yo bring in the son, bring in the hook)

(Chorus) the (ad libs)

D-Block!