Luyện nghe bài hát Sammy Da Bull

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[Chorus: Nate
All these niggaz talkin what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I you squeal
hands with the D.A. while you made your deal
Three thousand miles and I could hear you still
Half these 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 catch some steel
I know it might sound crazy, the way I feel

Uhh, trace this to basis, no movie script
No yay, no pounds, no uzi
Not a car, no bling, know a bougie
You got all of these rappers they movin bricks
They cliques switch with boob and tits
If you're - bitch, then they'll - usually snitch
In a roundabout way I say my spit
But if it come to coppin a plea, it the fifth!
The mood is flipped spirits see the diaphragms
rappers with murderers for hired hands
Police and vans, callin us pirate clans
guide hands, with private plans
To the game, it's a shame to survive a scam
Cause we high off liquor, bitches and
Yell out we gon' again, so triflin
Got kids idlin the to riflin (look Ma!)
Why you a fake life in pens?
Glorify the hood but never a hymn
And as the streets tyin in
Until the 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 police is me
Askin me questions, tellin me you only knew
Pulled up on me out the blue, all this because of you
Watch to do somethin cool bitch, like Samuel Bull
Now yo' life's fucked up, and I'm you responsible
And I'm cut the fuck up, and whatchu gonna do but sit yo' ass
So what? Ain't fair
When a nigga like you get carried away without 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 to shootin you the one who freeze up
That's why yo' broke ass could swallow these
and folks ask, tryna everything that reads up
on your report you made, I will you to your grave
Tryna see me behind so you can get paid?
That's negative, you threaten my I CAN'T let you live
Then you think that catch up to your momma and your kids snitch {AHH!}

If you aim for slugs that's blazed by
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 block to the jail or the
Bod boy image shall in silence
Gangsta, one that communicates violence
Go Proof - not yappin or hostile rappin
All on TV up and glocks go flashin
all actin - y'all just
don't see the director behind the camera that out "Action" (take one!)
Blowin off the door hinge to a in orbit
the masses have supportive recorded performance
There's enormous of poor kids
with new deals, they will become and tortured
And I ain't losin like 'Pac, there's on my block
I'm from Detroit bitch, it cool to be shot [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 you famous, then you a star
hey, write down "star"
Write "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 don't you [laughs]
at me, fix it faggots..