Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my chevy shakin' late nights
And soon a killah will thank me will come out again to take another
I'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 these fools scope me nightly
I'm changin' my and playin' more roles than that niggah spike lee
This shit ain't i gotta break
And get the fuck on this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when 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 favor
One of my died, two of my niggah's in the J.C
But now I ask of you first bring them back to me
We ran a job off top, we had to pop cops
But still some fools house us lead us to his stash pizzot
Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth I'm grilled
cause (?) glock nine with no love, killah's from the south gotta peel
Caps that will make shells 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 plan my robberies.

(Juicy J)
This shit is on, I'm scopin' out this that I don't like
Who fucked me out some
(What how I this shit)
Wait the night
I'm gonna him with a gauge, gotta touch with a gauge
Niggah think he fucked me get his ass sprayed
First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better give me
Or make your body numb bitch
I thought you knew it was on you pulled that shit
Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the with no fuckin' heart
You gonna meet this sick killah don't
Better your self, better watch your self,
out for the niggah's you trust or take your last breath
When I put this up in your face 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 chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them to your back
sweet robbery another mother fuckin' jack

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

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

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