Luyện nghe bài hát Sammy Da Bull

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[Chorus: Dogg]
All these talkin 'bout what they gon' kill
Heard you a misdemeanor 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 these niggaz snitchin yo and that's for
I know it's to swallow, that's a big ol' pill
If I catch you motherfuckers you gon' catch some
I know it sound crazy, that's 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 they movin bricks
They whole switch with boob and tits
If you're - truly bitch, 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
Gangsta rappers with for hired hands
Police and riot vans, us pirate clans
Government guide hands, with plans
To damage the game, it's a shame to survive a
we high off liquor, bitches and Vicadin
Yell out we gon' again, so triflin
Got kids idlin the vest to (look Ma!)
Why you a fake life in pens?
Glorify the hood but a Bible hymn
And as the keep tyin in
Until the Feds indict the fans just for buyin in, the violin?

[Swifty
Hah, are you the guy that told the guy I'm the guy that gave the guy
a a P; now the police is after me
Askin me questions, tellin me shit you knew
Pulled up on me out the blue, all this because of you
Watch to do somethin cool bitch, snitchin Samuel Bull
Now yo' fucked up, and I'm announcin you responsible
And I'm cut the fuck up, and whatchu gonna do but sit yo' ass
So Ain't nothin fair
When a nigga like you get carried away 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 anyway
You the one who can't count, so my G's up (straight up)
And when it comes to shootin you the one who up
That's why yo' broke ass could these nuts
and ask, tryna follow everything that reads up
on your report you made, I escort you to your grave
Tryna see me behind so you can get paid?
That's negative, you threaten my life? I CAN'T let you
Then you think that it'll catch up to your momma and kids snitch {AHH!}

If you aim for that's blazed by killers
Now the done changed these niggaz out here praisin 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 hell and the
the block to the jail or the booth
Bod boy image illuminate in silence
Gangsta, one that communicates violence
Go - not through yappin or hostile rappin
All on TV vest up and go flashin
It's all actin - y'all
don't see the behind the camera that yells out "Action" (take one!)
Blowin off the hinge to a world in orbit
Where the masses have supportive recorded
There's enormous of poor kids
with new deals, they will become distorted and
And I ain't losin 'Pac, there's rules on my block
I'm from bitch, it ain't cool to be shot [gunshots]

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

[Outro:
Heh, dig this
If you tell the masses, you the cops
But if that street made you famous, then you a star
Star; hey, down "star"
down "star" on a piece of paper
Hold it up in front of you, in the mirror
Put it in the
it up in front of you, and that's YOU
We don't you [laughs]
at me, fix it faggots..