Luyện nghe bài hát Sammy Da Bull

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[Chorus: Dogg]
All niggaz talkin 'bout what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor I heard you squeal
Holdin with the D.A. while you made your deal
Three thousand miles away and I hear you still
Half these snitchin yo and that's for real
I know it's to swallow, that's a big ol' pill
If I catch you motherfuckers you gon' catch steel
I it might sound 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 bricks
They whole cliques switch with and tits
If you're - truly bitch, then they'll - usually
In a way I say my toolies spit
But if it come to a plea, it includes the fifth!
The mood is flipped cause spirits see the
rappers with murderers for hired hands
Police and riot vans, callin us pirate
Government guide hands, with private
To damage the game, a shame to survive a scam
Cause we high off liquor, bitches and
Yell out we gon' strike again, so
Got kids idlin the to riflin (look Ma!)
Why you a fake life in pens?
Glorify the hood but a Bible hymn
And as the streets keep in
Until the Feds indict the just for buyin in, where's 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 police is me
Askin me questions, tellin me shit you knew
up on me out the blue, all this shit because of you
Watch to do somethin bitch, snitchin like Samuel Bull
Now yo' life's fucked up, and I'm you responsible
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 away your lips
And they wonderin why Swifty McVay be shit {AHH!}
I drop you off and get lost, come the same day
witcho' cut off nigga, it's cursed anyway
You the one who can't count, so my G's up (straight up)
And when it comes to shootin you the one who up
why yo' broke ass could swallow these nuts
and folks ask, tryna everything that reads up
on your you made, I will escort you to your grave
Tryna see me behind bars so you can get
negative, you threaten my life? I CAN'T let you live
Then you that it'll catch up to your momma and your kids snitch {AHH!}

If you aim for slugs that's blazed by
Now the game changed these niggaz out here praisin squealers
Go Proof - my iller when tellin the truth
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 violence
Go Proof - not through or hostile rappin
All on TV up and glocks go flashin
all actin - y'all just
don't see the behind the camera that yells out "Action" (take one!)
Blowin off the door hinge to a in orbit
Where the masses have recorded performance
There's enormous shortage of kids
with new deals, they will distorted and tortured
And I ain't 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, let's him!)

[Outro:
Heh, aiyyo dig
If you tell the masses, you tell the
But if that street yappin made you famous, then you a
Star; hey, down "star"
Write down "star" on a piece of
it up in front 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..