Luyện nghe bài hát Sammy Da Bull

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

Uhh, this to it's basis, no movie script
No yay, no pounds, no uzi
Not a car, no bling, know a bougie
You got all of these rappers sayin they movin
They whole cliques switch with and tits
If you're - truly bitch, then they'll - snitch
In a roundabout way I say my toolies
But if it come to coppin a plea, it the fifth!
The mood is flipped spirits see the diaphragms
Gangsta rappers with murderers for hands
Police and riot vans, callin us pirate
Government guide hands, private plans
To damage the game, it's a shame to 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 never a 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 that the guy
a a P; now the police is after me
Askin me questions, tellin me shit you only
Pulled up on me out the blue, all shit because of you
Watch to do somethin cool bitch, snitchin like Bull
Now yo' life's up, and I'm announcin you responsible
And I'm cut the fuck up, and whatchu gonna do but sit yo' ass
So what? nothin fair
When a nigga like you get carried without your lips
And they wonderin why McVay be killin shit {AHH!}
I you off and get lost, come back the same day
tongue cut off nigga, it's 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' broke ass swallow these nuts
and folks ask, follow everything that reads up
on your report you made, I will you to your grave
see me behind bars so you can get paid?
That's negative, you threaten my life? I CAN'T let you
Then you think 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 Proof - my behavior's iller when the truth
my gun nigga like any paid felon'll do
My is well in the truth, you in hell and the Proof
the block to the jail or the booth
Bod boy shall illuminate in silence
Gangsta, one communicates through violence
Go - not through yappin or hostile rappin
All on TV vest up and glocks go
all actin - y'all just
don't see the behind the camera that yells out "Action" (take one!)
Blowin off the door hinge to a in orbit
the masses have supportive recorded performance
There's shortage of poor kids
with new deals, they will become and tortured
And I ain't losin like 'Pac, rules on my block
I'm from Detroit bitch, it ain't cool to be shot

(Is he alive?)
(Yeah yeah, I so)
(Alright great, let's him!)

[Outro:
Heh, aiyyo dig
If you the masses, you tell the cops
But if street yappin made 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 like you [laughs]
at me, fix it faggots..