Luyện nghe bài hát S.N.I.T.C.H.

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

Now when the phone start to click in, words start to echo
Say you got to up but the man won't let go
Oh, my nigga say it so
Now we on some niggas that he say he ain't know
We to steal dirt bikes, dodge raindrops
So niggas thought we had the same pops
Graduated, gettin' money on the blocks
But things and we ain't end up in the same box
Hearing whispers, "it ain't up"
Giving you the jailhouse talk but you ain't mad
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 got the best of you
Telling all your cellies how come I ain't sitting to you
Yeah, see I can read between the
So awkward when you call and I gotta press 5

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

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

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

Let's talk real niggas, let's real, nigga
How many niggas you knew snitching you ain't killed,
Covered his own tracks, he care that
We had a he killed, I got to wear that
Every move we ever made is getting at
I bet the man his mirror doesn't stare back
your heart when the man you call your brother
Be the same one that in motion all them undercovers
Called my mom mother, was at my
When I signed my record deal you was my
Uh, from friends now it's no affiliation
Divided by the time he was
Once he told me

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