Luyện nghe bài hát Sammy Da Bull

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[Chorus: Nate
All these niggaz talkin 'bout what they gon'
you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
Holdin with the D.A. while you made your deal
Three thousand miles away and I could hear you
these niggaz 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 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, a bougie bitch
You got all of these rappers sayin they movin
They whole cliques switch boob and tits
If you're - truly bitch, then - usually snitch
In a way I say my toolies spit
But if it to coppin a plea, it includes the fifth!
The mood is flipped cause spirits see the
Gangsta with murderers for hired hands
Police and riot vans, callin us pirate
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' strike again, so
Got kids idlin the to riflin (look Ma!)
Why you make a fake in pens?
Glorify the hood but a Bible hymn
And as the keep 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 half a P; now the police is me
Askin me questions, me shit you only knew
Pulled up on me out the blue, all this shit of you
Watch to do somethin 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 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
witcho' tongue cut off nigga, it's anyway
You the one who count, so give my G's up (straight up)
And it comes to shootin you the one who freeze up
That's why yo' broke ass could swallow these
and folks ask, tryna follow everything reads up
on report you made, I will escort you to your grave
Tryna see me behind so you can get paid?
negative, you threaten my life? I CAN'T let you live
Then you think that it'll catch up to your momma and your snitch {AHH!}

If you aim for that's blazed by killers
Now the game done changed niggaz out here praisin squealers
Go Proof - my iller when tellin the truth
Expunge my gun nigga like any paid do
My is well in the truth, you in hell and the Proof
From the to the jail or the booth
Bod boy shall illuminate in silence
Gangsta, one that through violence
Go - not through yappin or hostile rappin
All on TV vest up and glocks go
It's all actin - y'all
don't see the director the camera that yells out "Action" (take one!)
Blowin off the door hinge to a world in
Where the have supportive recorded performance
There's enormous shortage of kids
with new deals, they will become and tortured
And I ain't losin '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, aiyyo dig
If you tell the masses, you the cops
But if that street yappin made you famous, then you a
Star; hey, write "star"
Write down "star" on a piece of
it up in front of you, right 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..