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

Now when the start 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 niggas that he say he ain't know
We to steal dirt bikes, dodge raindrops
So close thought we had the same pops
Graduated, gettin' money on the same
But things changed and we end up in the same box
whispers, "it ain't adding up"
Giving you the jailhouse talk but you ain't mad
I never thought I'd be the man standing up
I thought I'd had have to question "Were you man enough?"
Long letters how the got the best of you
Telling all your cellies how I ain't sitting next to you
Yeah, see I can between the lines
So it's when you call and I gotta press 5

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

Got me tiptoeing through the conversation on our
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 so I don't be the next to fall
"They sayin' Tarian been getting 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 tryna offset what he was saying on my phone
Nowadays niggas need shovels to bury you
fingers like pallbearers how they carry you
So for death before dishonor
Might as well have a robe and gavel your honor
I just sit and wonder, it by the numbers
When you ride like lightning you crash like thunder
Seen your baby mama she even know if she should speak
What the fuck is there to say knowing her king's now saying

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

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

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