Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my chevy these late nights
And soon a killah thank me will come out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 cause fools scope me nightly
I'm my identity and playin' more roles than that niggah spike lee
This shit ain't fake i gotta
And get the back on this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it no fun when it's real
Them cops can't roll to Triple Six so no can save'em
I try to least stay 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 first bring them 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
over my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm grilled
Bitch cause (?) glock with no love, killah's from the south gotta peel
Caps that will 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, swishers and plan my sweet robberies.

(Juicy J)
This is on, I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't like
Who me out some money
(What how I this shit)
till the night
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta with a gauge
Niggah think he fucked me get his ass sprayed
First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better me some
Or make your body numb bitch
I you knew it was on when you pulled that shit
Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah no fuckin' heart
You gonna meet this sick killah step
Better your 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 case out no trace
The had a mask on tryin' to get his blast on
No evidence this shit will be erased
We're in chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got gats to your back
Another sweet robbery mother fuckin' jack

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

We robbin' hoe, cause a know leavin' them (?) sorrow
Thats why I'll never know the secrets of the many quickly
You'll be givin up dead lay dead, get a ton of in the air
By the niggah don't (..?..)
take you for a ride, take you to the evil side
Bitches would rather see you dead alive
Misery out of cry, for one day (?) misery cried
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 windows solo we can get outta
caught two bitches in the den, commiting like ruff up in ten
Ten corpses dead torches to the night into they brain
(...?...) gonna work so we buried them bitches on day
No heaven sin, no evidence man you can't fuck with
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 though I'm really just a lunatic

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