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

(Sheek Louch)
Hey yo Banks you got a half-assed
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" 'Kiss, Diddy and Ma$e
I ain't heard of you homey, you blew up quick
But back then I'm sure that you was on my dick (LOX nigga)
I L.O.X., chest to chest, back to back
On Clue when, "If You I'm Jiggy" was whack
I wore shiny suits, niggaz knew I belong
But even back then I still never sang on a
I've been 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 sneakers on the
and tell you what hat to put on your (ha ha ha)
You muh'fuckers to me daddy
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 let you get bigger
I see you run around stage wit'cha shirt off; you some food
You as big as "The Passion of Christ" dude
And I still got love for the dirty
But I ain't gon' respect no with my dick in his mouth
G-Unit be gone once Dre bounce on you (G-G-G-G-G)
And it's fucked up cause Eminem tried to you
You ain't as big as white dudes that cut your check
Think so? and see who they go to next (D-Block)
You forgot about the scramps
Everybody workin with bricks, some niggaz got gramps
No new guns, them shits that jam
it though, I'ma ride wit'chu do the death
D-Block muh'fucker 'til there's no one
G-G-G-G-G-G... the fuck here!
(Yo bring in the hook son, in the hook)

(Chorus) the (ad libs)

D-Block!