Luyện nghe bài hát Sammy Da Bull

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

Uhh, trace this to it's basis, no script
No yay, no pounds, no uzi
Not a car, no bling, a bougie bitch
You got all of these rappers sayin movin bricks
They whole cliques switch boob and tits
If you're - truly bitch, they'll - usually snitch
In a roundabout way I say my toolies
But if it to coppin a plea, it includes the fifth!
The mood is cause spirits see the diaphragms
Gangsta with murderers for hired hands
and riot vans, callin us pirate clans
Government hands, with private plans
To damage the game, a shame to survive a scam
Cause we high off liquor, bitches and
Yell out we gon' again, so triflin
Got kids idlin the to riflin (look Ma!)
Why you make a fake in pens?
Glorify the hood but never a hymn
And as the streets keep in
Until the Feds indict the fans for buyin 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, tellin me shit you knew
Pulled up on me out the blue, all this shit of you
Watch to do somethin cool bitch, like Samuel Bull
Now yo' life's fucked up, and I'm announcin you
And I'm cut the up, and whatchu gonna do but sit yo' ass there
So what? Ain't nothin
When a nigga like you get carried without your lips
And they wonderin why Swifty be killin shit {AHH!}
I drop you off and get lost, 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 it comes to shootin you the one who freeze up
That's why yo' broke ass swallow these nuts
and ask, tryna follow everything that reads up
on your report you made, I will escort you to your
see me behind bars so you can get paid?
That's negative, you threaten my life? I let you live
you think that it'll catch up to your momma and your kids snitch {AHH!}

If you aim for slugs blazed by killers
Now the game done changed niggaz out here praisin squealers
Go Proof - my behavior's when tellin the truth
Expunge my gun nigga 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 image shall illuminate in
Gangsta, one that communicates violence
Go - not through yappin or hostile rappin
All on TV vest up and go flashin
all actin - y'all just
don't see the director behind the camera yells out "Action" (take one!)
Blowin off the hinge to a world in orbit
Where the masses have recorded performance
There's enormous shortage of kids
with new deals, will become distorted and tortured
And I losin like 'Pac, there's rules on my block
I'm from Detroit bitch, it cool to be shot [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 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 don't you [laughs]
at me, fix it faggots..