Luyện nghe bài hát Sammy Da Bull

)

[Chorus: Dogg]
All niggaz talkin 'bout what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor I heard you squeal
Holdin hands with the D.A. while you made deal
Three thousand away and I could hear you still
Half 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, that's the way I

Uhh, trace this to it's basis, no movie
No yay, no pounds, no uzi
Not a car, no bling, know a bitch
You got all of these rappers sayin they movin
They whole switch with boob and tits
If - truly bitch, then they'll - 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 rappers with murderers for hired
and riot vans, callin us pirate clans
Government guide hands, private plans
To damage the game, it's a shame to survive a
we high off liquor, bitches and Vicadin
Yell out we strike again, so triflin
Got idlin the vest to riflin (look Ma!)
Why you make a fake in pens?
Glorify the hood but never a Bible
And as the streets keep 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 is after me
Askin me questions, tellin me shit you only
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 up, and whatchu gonna do but sit yo' ass there
So what? Ain't nothin
When a nigga like you get carried away your lips
And they wonderin why Swifty McVay be killin {AHH!}
I drop you off and get lost, come the same day
witcho' tongue cut off nigga, cursed anyway
You the one who can't count, so my G's up (straight up)
And it comes to shootin you the one who freeze up
That's why yo' ass could swallow these nuts
and ask, tryna follow everything that reads up
on your report you made, I escort you to your grave
Tryna see me bars so you can get paid?
That's negative, you my life? I CAN'T let you live
you think that it'll catch 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 - my behavior's iller when tellin the truth
my gun nigga 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 shall in silence
Gangsta, one communicates through violence
Go Proof - not through yappin or rappin
All on TV vest up and glocks go
It's all - y'all just
see the director behind the camera that yells out "Action" (take one!)
Blowin off the door hinge to a world in
Where the masses supportive recorded performance
There's enormous shortage of poor
with new deals, they become distorted and tortured
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 yappin made you famous, then you a star
hey, write down "star"
Write down "star" on a of paper
Hold it up in front of you, in the mirror
Put it in the
Hold it up in front of you, and YOU
We like you [laughs]
at me, fix it faggots..