Luyện nghe bài hát Sammy Da Bull

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[Chorus: Dogg]
All these talkin 'bout what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a then I heard you squeal
Holdin hands with the D.A. while you made deal
Three miles away and I could 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' catch some
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, a bougie bitch
You got all of these rappers sayin they movin
They whole cliques with boob and tits
If you're - truly bitch, they'll - usually snitch
In a way I say my toolies spit
But if it come to coppin a plea, it the fifth!
The mood is flipped cause spirits see the
Gangsta rappers with murderers for hands
Police and riot vans, callin us clans
guide hands, with private plans
To damage the game, it's a shame to a scam
Cause we off liquor, bitches and Vicadin
Yell out we strike again, so triflin
Got kids the vest to riflin (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 just for buyin in, where's the violin?

[Swifty
Hah, are you the guy that told the guy that I'm the guy gave the guy
a a P; now the police is after me
Askin me questions, tellin me shit you only
up on me out the blue, all this shit because of you
Watch to do somethin cool bitch, like Samuel Bull
Now yo' life's up, and I'm announcin 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 your
And they 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
why yo' broke ass could swallow these nuts
and folks ask, tryna follow that reads up
on your report you made, I will escort you to your
Tryna see me bars so you can get paid?
That's negative, you my life? I CAN'T let you live
Then you think that catch up to your 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 - my behavior's iller when tellin the truth
Expunge my gun nigga like any felon'll do
My spoken is 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 communicates violence
Go Proof - not through yappin or hostile
All on TV vest up and glocks go
It's all - y'all 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 masses supportive recorded performance
There's enormous 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 Detroit bitch, it ain't cool to be shot [gunshots]

(Is he alive?)
(Yeah yeah, I so)
(Alright great, let's 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, down "star"
down "star" on a piece of paper
Hold it up in front of you, in the mirror
Put it in the
Hold it up in of you, and that's YOU
We don't like you
at me, fix it faggots..