Luyện nghe bài hát S.N.I.T.C.H.

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

Now when the phone start to click in, your start to echo
Say you got to up but the man won't let go
Oh, my say it ain't so
Now we speaking on some that he say he ain't know
We used to steal bikes, dodge raindrops
So close niggas we had the same pops
Graduated, gettin' money on the same
But things and we ain't end up in the same box
Hearing whispers, "it ain't up"
Giving you the talk but you ain't mad enough
I thought I'd be the last man standing up
I thought I'd had have to question "Were you man enough?"
letters how the streets got the best of you
Telling all your cellies how come I ain't next to you
Yeah, see I can between the lines
So it's when you call and I gotta press 5

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

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

Sorry nigga, heh, I'm tryna come
nigga, heh, I'm tryna 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!

Let's real niggas, let's speak real, nigga
How many 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 wear
move we ever made is getting stared at
I bet the man inside his doesn't stare back
Break heart when the man you call your brother
Be the same one setting in motion all them undercovers
Called my mom mother, was at my
When I my record deal you was my motivation
Uh, from friends now it's no affiliation
by the time he was facing
Once he told me

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