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 fools me nightly
I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that niggah lee
This shit ain't i gotta break
And get the fuck on this murder case
For this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real
cops can't roll to Triple Six so no lord can save'em
I try to least stay after but now i ask for another
One of my homies died, two of my in the J.C
But now I ask of you first power bring back to me
We ran a job off top, we had to pop some
But still fools house made us lead us to his stash pizzot
Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth I'm grilled
Bitch (?) glock nine with no love, killah's from the south gotta peel
that will make your shells fall, but I will be the only one still leg

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

(Juicy J)
This is on, I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't like
Who fucked me out money
(What how I this shit)
Wait the night
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch with a
Niggah think he fucked me gonna get his ass
First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah give me some
Or O'll make body numb bitch
I thought you knew it was on you pulled that shit
Flodgin' ass prepare for the triggah with no fuckin' heart
You gonna meet this killah don't step
Better your self, better watch your self,
out for the niggah's you trust or take your last breath
When I put this tone up in face it's gonna be a case with out no trace
The robber had a mask on to get his blast on
No evidence cause shit will be erased
We're in Pauls deep, with visions in your 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 in the air-yair hopin that I find your soul hoe straight buddah

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

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