Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my shakin' these late nights
And soon a killah will me will come out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 cause these scope me nightly
I'm my identity and playin' more roles than that niggah spike lee
This ain't fake i gotta break
And get the fuck on this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real
Them can't roll to Triple Six so no lord can save'em
I try to least after but now i ask for another favor
One of my died, two of my niggah's in the J.C
But now I ask of you first power them back to me
We ran a job off top, we had to pop cops
But still some fools house made us lead us to his pizzot
Skeemask my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm grilled
Bitch cause (?) glock nine with no love, killah's from the gotta peel
Caps that will make your fall, but I will be the only one still leg

Employed cause job to me, you to lay down you niggah's, you bitches
You snitches, smoke swishers and my sweet robberies.

(Juicy J)
This shit is on, I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't
Who fucked me out some
(What how I squash shit)
Wait till the
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta with a gauge
Niggah think he fucked me get his ass sprayed
I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better give me some
Or O'll make body numb bitch
I thought you knew it was on when you pulled shit
ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no fuckin' heart
You meet this sick killah don't step
Better watch your self, better your self,
Watch out for the niggah's you trust or take your breath
When I put this tone up in your it's gonna be a case with out no trace
The robber had a mask on tryin' to get his on
No evidence cause this shit will be
We're in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Glock & S.O.G
Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet another mother fuckin' jack

(Koopsta Knicca)
The terrors in the air-yair hopin that I find your soul hoe buddah

We hoe, cause a niggah know leavin' them (?) sorrow
why I'll never know the secrets of the many double quickly
You'll be up dead lay dead, get a ton of burn in the air
By the Koopsta don't (..?..)
I'll take you for a ride, take you to the side
Bitches would see you dead than alive
Misery burn out of cry, for one day (?) misery
caught the witness on me and my niggah (?) on many of hoes
So you triziks can witness the Triple Six kill up sons like robbery pro's
Kurt rolled the windows we can get outta here
Paul caught two bitches in the den, like ruff up in ten
Ten corpses dead with to the night into they brain
(...?...) gonna work so we them bitches on another day
No heaven sin, no evidence man you can't with this
Fuck you niggah's who wanna give Paul your chevy you gonna be a dead bitch
You hear him, a body droppin' in a ditch
They say I'm crazy though I'm just a lunatic

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