Luyện nghe bài hát S.N.I.T.C.H.

Sorry nigga, heh, I'm tryna come
Sorry nigga, heh, I'm come home
Well, the walls are talking to me and I you think I'm wrong
But sorry nigga, heh, I'm tryna home, hey!

Now when the phone start to in, your words start to echo
Say you got to up but the man won't let go
Oh, my nigga say it so
Now we speaking on some niggas that he say he know
We used to steal dirt bikes, raindrops
So close niggas thought we had the pops
Graduated, gettin' money on the same
But things changed and we end up in the same box
Hearing whispers, "it adding up"
Giving you the talk but you ain't mad enough
I never thought I'd be the man standing up
I never I'd had have to question "Were you man enough?"
Long letters how the streets got the of you
all your cellies how come I ain't sitting next to you
Yeah, see I can read the lines
So it's awkward when you call and I press 5

Sorry nigga, I'm come home
Sorry nigga, I'm tryna home
I think the Feds are looking through me; you hear it in my tone?
So then sorry nigga, I'm tryna home, hey!

Got me through the conversation on our calls
Tryna act but the writing is on the wall
It's like I hear you smiling when you heard they hit the
But I just let it ride so I don't be the to fall
"They Tarian been getting money while I'm gone
And won't he tryna to holla at my when I was home"
"Nah, he selling cars, be him and Lil Rome"
I'm tryna offset what he was saying on my phone
Nowadays don't need shovels to bury you
Pointing fingers like pallbearers how they you
So much for death before
Might as well have a robe and gavel like your
I sit and wonder, play it by the numbers
When you ride lightning then you crash like thunder
Seen your baby mama she ain't even know if she should
What the fuck is there to say knowing her king's now weak

nigga, heh, I'm tryna come home
Sorry nigga, heh, I'm come home
Well, the are talking to me and I know you think I'm wrong
But nigga, heh, I'm tryna come home, hey!

Let's talk real niggas, let's speak real,
How niggas you knew snitching you ain't killed, nigga?
his own tracks, he didn't care that
We had a legacy he killed, I got to that
move we ever made is getting stared at
I bet the man his mirror doesn't stare back
Break your heart when the man you your brother
Be the same one setting in motion all them undercovers
Called my mom mother, was at my
I signed my record deal you was my motivation
Uh, from great friends now no affiliation
Divided by the he was facing
he told me that

Sorry nigga, I'm tryna come
nigga, I'm tryna come home
I think the Feds are through me; can't you hear it in my tone?
So then sorry nigga, I'm tryna home, hey!