Luyện nghe bài hát Sammy Da Bull

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

Uhh, this 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 sayin they bricks
They whole cliques with boob and tits
If you're - truly bitch, then they'll - snitch
In a way I say my toolies spit
But if it to coppin a plea, it includes the fifth!
The mood is flipped cause see the diaphragms
Gangsta rappers murderers for hired hands
Police and vans, callin us pirate clans
guide hands, with private plans
To damage the game, it's a to survive a scam
Cause we high off liquor, and Vicadin
Yell out we strike again, so triflin
Got kids idlin the to riflin (look Ma!)
Why you make a life in pens?
the hood but never a Bible hymn
And as the streets keep in
Until the Feds indict the fans just for buyin in, where's the

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

If you aim for slugs that's by killers
Now the game done changed these niggaz out here praisin
Go Proof - my behavior's when tellin the truth
Expunge my gun like any paid felon'll do
My is well in the truth, you in hell and the Proof
From the block to the jail or the
Bod boy shall illuminate in silence
Gangsta, one that through violence
Go Proof - not through or hostile rappin
All on TV up and glocks go flashin
It's all actin - 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 have supportive recorded performance
enormous shortage of poor kids
with new deals, they will become distorted and
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, let's him!)

[Outro:
Heh, aiyyo dig
If you tell the masses, you tell the
But if that yappin made you famous, then you a star
Star; hey, write "star"
Write down "star" on a of paper
Hold it up in front of you, in the mirror
Put it in the
Hold it up in front of you, and YOU
We like you [laughs]
at me, fix it faggots..