Luyện nghe bài hát Sammy Da Bull

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[Chorus: Dogg]
All these niggaz talkin what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a then I heard you squeal
Holdin hands with the D.A. you made your deal
Three thousand miles and I could hear you still
Half these niggaz snitchin yo and that's for
I know hard to swallow, that's a big ol' pill
If I you motherfuckers you gon' catch some steel
I know it might crazy, that's the way I feel

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 sayin they movin bricks
They whole cliques with boob and tits
If you're - truly bitch, they'll - usually snitch
In a way I say my toolies spit
But if it to coppin a plea, it includes the fifth!
The is flipped cause spirits see the diaphragms
Gangsta rappers with murderers for hands
Police and riot vans, us pirate clans
Government guide hands, with plans
To damage the game, it's a shame to a scam
Cause we off liquor, bitches and Vicadin
Yell out we gon' strike again, so
Got kids the vest to riflin (look Ma!)
Why you make a life in pens?
Glorify the hood but never a Bible
And as the keep tyin in
Until the Feds indict the fans just for buyin in, the violin?

[Swifty
Hah, are you the guy told the guy that I'm the guy that gave 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 cool bitch, snitchin like Samuel Bull
Now yo' life's fucked up, and I'm you responsible
And I'm cut the fuck up, and whatchu gonna do but sit yo' ass
So what? Ain't nothin
When a nigga like you get carried without your lips
And they wonderin why McVay be killin shit {AHH!}
I you off and get lost, come back the same day
witcho' tongue cut off nigga, it's anyway
You the one who count, so give my G's up (straight up)
And when it comes to shootin you the one who up
That's why yo' ass could swallow these nuts
and folks ask, tryna follow everything that up
on your report you made, I will you to your grave
Tryna see me behind bars so you can get
That's negative, you threaten my life? I CAN'T let you
Then you think that it'll catch up to your momma and your kids {AHH!}

If you aim for that's blazed by killers
Now the game done changed these niggaz out here praisin
Go Proof - my behavior's iller tellin 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 illuminate in silence
Gangsta, one that communicates through
Go Proof - not through or hostile rappin
All on TV vest up and glocks go
It's all actin - just
don't see the director the camera that yells out "Action" (take one!)
Blowin off the hinge to a world in orbit
Where the masses have supportive performance
There's enormous shortage of kids
with new deals, they will become and tortured
And I ain't losin 'Pac, there's rules on my block
I'm from Detroit bitch, it ain't to be shot [gunshots]

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

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