Luyện nghe bài hát Sammy Da Bull

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

Uhh, trace this to it's basis, no movie
No yay, no pounds, no uzi
Not a car, no bling, a bougie bitch
You got all of these rappers sayin they movin
They whole cliques switch 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 for hired hands
Police and riot vans, callin us pirate
Government guide hands, with private
To damage the game, it's a shame to survive a
we high off liquor, bitches and Vicadin
Yell out we strike again, so triflin
Got kids idlin the vest to (look Ma!)
Why you make a fake life in
Glorify the but never a Bible hymn
And as the keep tyin in
Until the Feds indict the fans just for in, where's the violin?

[Swifty
Hah, are you the guy told the guy that I'm the guy that gave the guy
a a P; now the police is after me
Askin me questions, me shit you only knew
up on me out the blue, all this shit because of you
Watch to do somethin cool bitch, snitchin like Bull
Now yo' fucked up, and I'm announcin you responsible
And I'm cut the fuck up, and gonna do but sit yo' ass there
So what? Ain't fair
When a nigga like you get carried away without lips
And they wonderin why Swifty be killin shit {AHH!}
I drop you off and get lost, come back the day
witcho' tongue cut off nigga, it's cursed
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' broke ass could these nuts
and folks ask, follow everything that reads up
on your you made, I will escort you to your grave
see me behind bars so you can get paid?
That's negative, you threaten my I CAN'T let you live
Then you think that it'll catch up to your momma and your snitch {AHH!}

If you aim for slugs that's by killers
Now the game done these niggaz out here praisin squealers
Go Proof - my behavior's iller when tellin the
Expunge my gun like 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 shall illuminate in silence
Gangsta, one that communicates through
Go Proof - not yappin or hostile rappin
All on TV up and glocks go flashin
It's all - y'all just
don't see the director the camera that yells out "Action" (take one!)
Blowin off the door hinge to a world in
Where the have supportive recorded performance
enormous shortage of poor kids
with new deals, they will distorted and tortured
And I ain't losin like 'Pac, there's 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 yappin made you famous, you a star
hey, write down "star"
Write "star" on a piece of paper
Hold it up in of you, right in the mirror
Put it in the
Hold it up in front of you, and YOU
We don't you [laughs]
at me, fix it faggots..