Luyện nghe bài hát S.N.I.T.C.H.

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

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

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

Got me tiptoeing through the on our calls
act normal but the writing is on the wall
It's I hear you smiling when you heard they hit the wall
But I let it ride so I don't be the next to fall
"They sayin' been getting money while I'm gone
And he tryna to holla at my bitch when I was home"
"Nah, he selling cars, be him and Lil Rome"
I'm just tryna offset what he was saying on my
Nowadays don't need shovels to bury you
Pointing fingers like pallbearers how 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 then you crash like
Seen your baby mama she even know if she should speak
What the fuck is to say knowing her king's now weak saying

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 tryna home, hey!

Let's talk real niggas, speak real, nigga
How niggas you knew snitching you ain't killed, nigga?
Covered his own tracks, he didn't that
We had a he killed, I got to wear that
Every move we made is getting stared at
I bet the man inside his mirror doesn't back
Break your heart when the man you call your
Be the same one setting in motion all them undercovers
my mom mother, was at my graduation
When I signed my record you was my motivation
Uh, from great friends now it's no
by the time he was facing
Once he me that

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