Luyện nghe bài hát Sammy Da Bull

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[Chorus: Nate
All these niggaz talkin 'bout what gon' kill
you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
Holdin hands with the D.A. while you your deal
Three thousand miles and I could hear you still
Half these snitchin yo and that's 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 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, know a bougie
You got all of these rappers they movin bricks
whole cliques switch with boob and tits
If you're - truly bitch, then they'll - snitch
In a roundabout way I say my toolies
But if it to coppin a plea, it includes the fifth!
The mood is flipped cause see the diaphragms
rappers with murderers for hired hands
Police and riot vans, callin us clans
Government guide hands, with private
To damage the game, it's a shame to survive a
Cause we high off liquor, bitches and
Yell out we gon' strike again, so
Got kids the vest to riflin (look Ma!)
Why you make a life in pens?
Glorify the hood but never a Bible
And as the keep tyin in
the Feds indict the fans just 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 half a P; now the police is me
Askin me questions, tellin me shit you knew
Pulled up on me out the blue, all 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? nothin fair
When a nigga like you get carried away without 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 can't count, so my G's up (straight up)
And when it comes to 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 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
you think that it'll catch up to your momma and your kids snitch {AHH!}

If you aim for that's blazed by killers
Now the done changed these niggaz out here praisin squealers
Go Proof - my behavior's iller when the truth
my gun nigga like any paid felon'll do
My spoken is well in the truth, you in and the Proof
From the to the jail or the booth
Bod boy image shall illuminate in
Gangsta, one that communicates through
Go Proof - not yappin or hostile rappin
All on TV vest up and go flashin
It's all actin - y'all
don't see the director behind the that yells out "Action" (take one!)
off the door hinge to a world in orbit
Where the masses supportive recorded performance
There's shortage of poor kids
with new deals, they will become and tortured
And I losin like 'Pac, there's rules on my block
I'm Detroit bitch, it ain't cool to be shot [gunshots]

(Is he alive?)
(Yeah yeah, I so)
(Alright great, sign him!)

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