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 money and
What you need to talk is all them niggaz that you put in them jails
We dry snitch niggaz (nah) rappin and whisperin
Knowin the rap police listenin
Homey know just what he doin, who career he
That's aight, Ja got him, niggaz say (aight)
I'ma blast 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 you down, when you gon' get him back? (woo)
And when you gon' say hot on the track? (never)
I guess the time you get hit'll be your back
A up nigga, let me get down wit'chu
I make niggaz don't hit you - ha ha

(Chorus)
Hey yo maybe if I siiiiing, I'll be (should I sing?)
And maybe if I rat on you, I'll be (or maybe I should 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 (how can I be like that 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?)
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 flow
But fuckin homey, all you gon' get is half-assed dough
And the fuck was you at wit'cha big-ass face
I was writin "Benjamins" with 'Kiss, Diddy and Ma$e
I ain't heard of you homey, 'til you up quick
But back I'm pretty sure that you was on my dick (LOX nigga)
I L.O.X., chest to chest, back to back
On when, "If You Think I'm Jiggy" was whack
I wore shiny suits, niggaz knew I belong
But even then I still never sang on a song
I've been out (yeah) white haze and hash
It's fucked up, 50 makin y'all wear that (yeah!)
What he do, put 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

(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 shirt you need some food
You 'bout as big as "The Passion of Christ"
And I got love for the dirty South
But I ain't gon' respect no nigga 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 ain't as big as these white dudes that cut your
Think so? Wait and see who they go to (D-Block)
You forgot about the scramps
Everybody ain't workin with bricks, niggaz got gramps
No new guns, just them that jam
Fuck it though, I'ma 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!