Luyện nghe bài hát S.N.I.T.C.H.

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

Now when the phone to click in, your words 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 niggas that he say he ain't
We used to steal dirt bikes, dodge
So close niggas thought we had the same
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 thought I'd be the last man standing up
I never thought I'd had to question "Were you man enough?"
Long how the streets got the best of you
all your cellies how come I ain't sitting next to you
Yeah, see I can read the lines
So it's when you call and I gotta press 5

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

Got me tiptoeing through the conversation on our
Tryna act normal but the writing is on the
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 won't he tryna to holla at my when I was home"
"Nah, he selling cars, be him and Lil Rome"
I'm just offset what he was saying on my phone
Nowadays niggas don't need to bury you
Pointing fingers like pallbearers how carry you
So for death before dishonor
Might as well have a robe and like your honor
I just sit and wonder, play it by the
When you ride lightning then you crash like thunder
Seen your baby she ain't even know if she should speak
What the fuck is there to say her king's now weak saying

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

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

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