Luyện nghe bài hát Sammy Da Bull

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

Uhh, trace 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 sayin they movin bricks
They 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 come to coppin a plea, it the fifth!
The is flipped 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, it's a to survive a scam
we high off liquor, bitches and Vicadin
Yell out we gon' 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 the fans just for buyin in, where's the violin?

[Swifty
Hah, are you the guy that the guy that I'm the guy that gave the guy
a half a P; now the is after me
me questions, tellin me shit you only knew
Pulled up on me out the blue, all shit because of you
to do somethin cool bitch, snitchin 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 Ain't nothin fair
When a nigga like you get carried without your lips
And they wonderin why Swifty McVay be shit {AHH!}
I you off and get lost, come back the same day
witcho' tongue cut off nigga, it's cursed
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' ass could swallow these nuts
and folks ask, tryna everything that reads up
on your you made, I will escort you to your grave
see me behind bars so you can get paid?
That's negative, you threaten my life? I CAN'T let you
Then you that 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 praisin squealers
Go Proof - my behavior's iller when tellin the
Expunge my gun nigga like any felon'll do
My spoken is well in the truth, you in and the Proof
From the block to the jail or the
Bod boy image shall in silence
Gangsta, one that communicates through
Go Proof - not through yappin or rappin
All on TV vest up and go flashin
It's all actin - just
don't see the director the camera that yells out "Action" (take one!)
off the door hinge to a world in orbit
Where the masses have supportive performance
There's enormous of poor kids
with new deals, they will distorted and tortured
And I losin like 'Pac, there's rules on my block
I'm from Detroit bitch, it ain't cool to be [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 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..