Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my chevy shakin' late nights
And soon a killah will thank me will out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 cause these scope me nightly
I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that spike lee
This shit ain't fake i gotta
And get the fuck back on this murder
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it no fun when it's real
Them 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 died, two of my niggah's 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 cops
But still fools house made us lead us to his stash pizzot
Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth I'm grilled
Bitch cause (?) glock nine no love, killah's from the south gotta peel
Caps that will make your shells fall, but I will be the only one leg

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

(Juicy J)
This shit is on, I'm scopin' out this fool I don't like
Who fucked me out money
(What how I this shit)
Wait till the
I'm touch him with a gauge, gotta touch with a gauge
Niggah he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed
First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better me some
Or O'll make your numb bitch
I thought you knew it was on when you pulled that
Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no heart
You gonna meet this sick don't step
Better watch self, better watch your self,
Watch out for the niggah's you or take your last breath
When I put this tone up in your face it's gonna be a case 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, Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another mother jack

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

We robbin' hoe, a niggah know leavin' them (?) sorrow
Thats why I'll never know the secrets of the many double
You'll be givin up dead lay dead, get a ton of in the air
By the Koopsta don't (..?..)
I'll you for a ride, take you to the evil side
Bitches would rather see you dead alive
Misery burn out of cry, for one day (?) misery
Cops caught the 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 solo we can get outta here
Paul two bitches in the den, commiting like 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 can't fuck this
Fuck you niggah's who 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 I'm really just a lunatic

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