Luyện nghe bài hát Sammy Da Bull

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

Uhh, trace this to basis, no movie script
No yay, no pounds, no uzi
Not a car, no bling, a bougie bitch
You got all of these sayin they movin bricks
They cliques switch with boob and tits
If you're - truly bitch, then - 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
Police and vans, callin us pirate clans
guide hands, with private plans
To damage the game, it's a shame to survive a
Cause we high off liquor, bitches and
Yell out we gon' again, so triflin
Got kids the vest to riflin (look Ma!)
Why you make a fake in pens?
Glorify the hood but never a hymn
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 that told the guy that I'm the guy that the guy
a half a P; now the is after me
Askin me questions, tellin me shit you only
Pulled up on me out the blue, all this shit of you
Watch to do somethin cool bitch, snitchin like Samuel
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 what? Ain't fair
a nigga like you get carried away without your lips
And they wonderin why Swifty McVay be killin {AHH!}
I drop you off and get lost, back 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 it comes to shootin you the one who freeze up
why yo' broke ass could swallow these nuts
and folks ask, tryna follow everything that up
on your report you made, I will you to your grave
Tryna see me behind bars so you can get
negative, you threaten my life? I CAN'T let you live
Then you think that it'll up to your momma and your kids snitch {AHH!}

If you aim for slugs blazed by killers
Now the game changed these niggaz out here praisin squealers
Go Proof - my behavior's iller when tellin the
Expunge my gun nigga any paid felon'll do
My spoken is in the truth, you in hell and the Proof
From the block to the or the booth
Bod boy image shall in silence
Gangsta, one communicates through violence
Go Proof - not yappin or hostile rappin
All on TV vest up and glocks go
It's all actin - just
don't see the director behind the camera that out "Action" (take one!)
Blowin off the hinge to a world in orbit
Where the masses supportive recorded performance
enormous shortage of poor kids
with new deals, they will distorted and tortured
And I ain't like 'Pac, there's rules on my block
I'm from Detroit bitch, it ain't 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 made you famous, then you a star
Star; hey, write "star"
Write "star" on a piece of paper
Hold it up in of you, right in the mirror
Put it in the
Hold it up in of you, and that's YOU
We like you [laughs]
at me, fix it faggots..