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. while you made deal
Three thousand miles away and I hear you still
Half these niggaz snitchin yo and for real
I know it's hard to swallow, a big ol' pill
If I catch you motherfuckers you gon' some steel
I know it might sound crazy, the way I feel

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

[Swifty
Hah, are you the guy that told the guy 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 Samuel
Now yo' life's fucked up, and I'm 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 away without your lips
And they wonderin why Swifty McVay be killin {AHH!}
I drop you off and get lost, come back the day
witcho' cut off nigga, it's cursed anyway
You the one who count, so give my G's up (straight up)
And when it to shootin you the one who freeze up
That's why yo' broke ass could these nuts
and folks ask, tryna follow everything that up
on your report you made, I escort you to your grave
Tryna see me behind bars so you can get
That's negative, you my life? I CAN'T let you live
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 these niggaz out here praisin squealers
Go Proof - my behavior's iller tellin the truth
Expunge my gun nigga like any paid do
My spoken is well in the truth, you in and the Proof
the block to the jail or the booth
Bod boy image shall illuminate in
Gangsta, one that through violence
Go Proof - not through yappin or hostile
All on TV vest up and glocks go
It's all actin - just
see the director behind the camera that yells out "Action" (take one!)
Blowin off the door hinge to a world in
Where the masses have supportive performance
There's enormous shortage of kids
with new deals, will become distorted and tortured
And I ain't losin 'Pac, there's 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!)

[Outro:
Heh, dig this
If you tell the masses, you tell the
But if that street yappin made you famous, then you a
hey, write down "star"
Write down "star" on a piece of
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 like you [laughs]
at me, fix it faggots..