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 about is money and sales
What you need to talk about is all them niggaz that you put in jails
We don't dry snitch niggaz (nah) rappin and
Knowin the rap police listenin
Homey know just 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 your son (bitches)
50 this, 50 nigga 50 whack (50 whack)
Nigga laid you down, you gon' get him back? (woo)
And you gon' say somethin hot on the track? (never)
I guess the next you get hit'll be your back
A fucked up nigga, let me get wit'chu
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 rich (or 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 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 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 you got a half-assed flow
But fuckin with homey, all you gon' get is half-assed
And where the was you at wit'cha big-ass face
When I was writin "Benjamins" with 'Kiss, and Ma$e
I heard of you homey, 'til you blew 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 I'm Jiggy" was whack
I shiny suits, niggaz knew I didn't belong
But even back then I still never sang on a
I've been white-tee'd out (yeah) white and hash
fucked up, 50 makin y'all wear that trash (yeah!)
What he do, put clothes on the bed, put your sneakers on the floor
and tell you what hat to put on head? (ha ha ha)
You lil' to me daddy
And I don't give a if the doors lift up in your Caddy

(Chorus)

(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 off; you need some food
You 'bout as big as "The Passion of Christ"
And I still got for the dirty South
But I ain't gon' no nigga with my dick in his mouth
G-Unit gon' be gone 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
Think so? 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, them shits that jam
Fuck it though, I'ma ride wit'chu do the
D-Block muh'fucker 'til there's no one
G-G-G-G-G-G... the fuck here!
(Yo in the hook son, bring in the hook)

(Chorus) the (ad libs)

D-Block!