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

Uhh, this 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 - truly bitch, then 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 rappers with murderers for hired
and riot vans, callin us pirate clans
Government guide hands, with plans
To the game, it's a shame to survive a scam
Cause we high off liquor, and Vicadin
out we gon' strike again, so triflin
Got kids idlin the vest to (look Ma!)
Why you make a fake in pens?
Glorify the hood but a Bible hymn
And as the streets keep in
Until the Feds indict the fans just for buyin in, where's the

[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, me shit you only knew
up on me out the blue, all this shit because of you
Watch to do somethin cool bitch, snitchin like Bull
Now yo' fucked up, and I'm announcin you responsible
And I'm cut the fuck up, and whatchu do but sit yo' ass there
So what? Ain't fair
When a like you get carried away without your lips
And they wonderin why Swifty be killin shit {AHH!}
I drop you off and get lost, come the same 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
That's why yo' broke ass swallow these nuts
and folks ask, tryna everything that reads up
on your report you made, I will escort you to grave
Tryna see me behind bars so you can get
That's negative, you threaten my life? I CAN'T let you
Then you think it'll catch up to your momma and your kids snitch {AHH!}

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

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

[Outro:
Heh, dig this
If you the masses, you tell the cops
But if that street yappin made you famous, then you a
Star; hey, down "star"
down "star" on a piece of paper
Hold it up in front of you, right in the
Put it in the
Hold it up in front of you, and YOU
We like you [laughs]
at me, fix it faggots..