Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my chevy shakin' these late
And soon a killah will thank me 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 more roles than that niggah spike lee
shit ain't fake i gotta break
And get the fuck back on this case
For chill shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real
Them cops can't roll to Triple Six so no lord can
I try to stay after but now i ask for another favor
One of my homies died, two of my in the J.C
But now I ask of you power bring 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
cause (?) glock nine with no love, killah's from the south gotta peel
Caps will make your 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 is on, I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't like
Who fucked me out money
(What how I this shit)
Wait till the
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, touch with a gauge
Niggah think he fucked me get his ass sprayed
First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, better give me some
Or O'll make your body numb
I thought you knew it was on when you that shit
Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the with no fuckin' heart
You gonna meet sick killah don't step
Better watch self, better watch your self,
Watch out for the niggah's you trust or take your last
When I put this tone up in your face it's gonna be a with out no trace
The robber had a on tryin' to get his blast on
No evidence this shit will be erased
We're in Pauls chevy deep, with in your sleep
The Juice, Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy got them gats to your back
Another robbery another mother fuckin' jack

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

We robbin' hoe, cause a niggah know them (?) sorrow
Thats why I'll never the secrets of the many double quickly
You'll be givin up dead lay dead, get a ton of in the air
By the niggah don't (..?..)
I'll take you for a ride, you to the evil side
Bitches would rather see you dead alive
Misery 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 Six kill up them sons like robbery pro's
rolled the windows solo we can get outta here
Paul caught two bitches in the den, commiting ruff up in ten
Ten dead with torches to the night into they brain
(...?...) gonna work so we buried bitches on another day
No heaven sin, no evidence man you fuck with this
Fuck you niggah's who don't wanna give 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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