Luyện nghe bài hát Sammy Da Bull

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[Chorus: Nate
All these niggaz 'bout what they gon' kill
you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
Holdin with the D.A. while you made your deal
Three thousand miles away and I hear you still
Half these niggaz yo and that's for real
I it's hard to swallow, that's a big ol' pill
If I catch you motherfuckers you gon' catch steel
I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I

Uhh, trace to it's basis, no movie script
No yay, no pounds, no uzi
Not a car, no bling, a bougie bitch
You got all of these rappers they movin bricks
They whole cliques switch with and tits
If - truly bitch, then they'll - usually snitch
In a way I say my toolies spit
But if it come to coppin a plea, it the fifth!
The mood is flipped cause see the diaphragms
Gangsta rappers with murderers for hired
and riot vans, callin us pirate clans
Government guide hands, with private
To damage the game, it's a shame to a scam
Cause we high off liquor, and Vicadin
Yell out we gon' strike again, so
Got idlin the vest to riflin (look Ma!)
Why you make a fake life in
Glorify the hood but never a hymn
And as the keep tyin in
Until the Feds indict the just for buyin in, where's the violin?

[Swifty
Hah, are you the guy that told the guy that I'm the guy that the guy
a half a P; now the is after me
Askin me questions, tellin me shit you knew
up on me out the blue, all this shit because of you
Watch to do somethin cool bitch, snitchin Samuel Bull
Now yo' life's up, and I'm announcin you responsible
And I'm cut the fuck up, and gonna do but sit yo' ass there
So what? nothin fair
When a like you get carried away without your lips
And they why Swifty McVay be killin shit {AHH!}
I you off and get lost, come back the same day
witcho' tongue cut off nigga, cursed anyway
You the one who can't count, so my G's up (straight up)
And when it to shootin you the one who freeze up
That's why yo' ass could swallow these nuts
and ask, tryna follow everything that reads up
on report you made, I will escort you to your grave
see me behind bars so you can get paid?
That's negative, you threaten my life? I CAN'T let you
Then you think that it'll catch up to momma and your kids snitch {AHH!}

If you aim for that's blazed by killers
Now the game done changed these niggaz out here squealers
Go Proof - my behavior's iller when the truth
Expunge my gun nigga any paid felon'll do
My spoken is well in the truth, you in hell and the
From the to the jail or the booth
Bod boy image shall illuminate in
Gangsta, one that communicates through
Go - not through yappin or hostile rappin
All on TV vest up and go flashin
It's all - y'all just
don't see the behind the camera that yells out "Action" (take one!)
Blowin off the door to a world in orbit
Where the masses have recorded performance
There's enormous shortage of kids
with new deals, they will become and tortured
And I ain't losin like 'Pac, rules on my block
I'm from Detroit bitch, it ain't cool to be [gunshots]

(Is he alive?)
(Yeah yeah, I so)
(Alright great, sign him!)

Proof]
Heh, aiyyo dig
If you the masses, you tell the cops
But if street yappin made you famous, then you a star
Star; hey, write "star"
Write "star" on a piece of paper
it up in front of you, right in the mirror
Put it in the
Hold it up in of you, and that's YOU
We don't you [laughs]
at me, fix it faggots..