Luyện nghe bài hát S.N.I.T.C.H.

Sorry nigga, heh, I'm tryna come
nigga, heh, I'm tryna come home
Well, the walls are 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 start to echo
Say you got to hang up but the man 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 close niggas we had the same pops
Graduated, gettin' money on the same
But changed and we ain't end up in the same box
Hearing whispers, "it adding up"
you the jailhouse 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?"
Long letters how the got the best of you
all your cellies how come I ain't sitting next to you
Yeah, see I can between the lines
So it's awkward when you call and I press 5

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

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

Let's talk real niggas, speak real, nigga
How many niggas you snitching you ain't killed, nigga?
Covered his own tracks, he care that
We had a legacy he killed, I got to wear
Every 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 undercovers
my mom mother, was at my graduation
When I signed my record deal you was my
Uh, from friends now it's no affiliation
Divided by the he was facing
he told me that

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