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 life
I'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 cause these fools scope me
I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that spike lee
This shit ain't fake i break
And get the fuck back on this murder
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun it's real
Them cops can't roll to Triple Six so no lord can
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 them 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 over my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm
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 need to lay you niggah's, you bitches
You snitches, smoke 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 squash shit)
till the night
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 of red rum, niggah better give me some
Or O'll make your numb bitch
I thought you it was on when you pulled that shit
Flodgin' ass niggah for the triggah with no fuckin' heart
You meet this sick killah don't step
Better watch your self, watch your self,
out for the niggah's you trust 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 shit will be erased
We're in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in sleep
The Juice, Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your
Another sweet another mother fuckin' jack

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

We robbin' hoe, a niggah 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 rather see you dead than alive
Misery burn out of cry, for one day (?) misery
Cops caught the witness on me and my niggah (?) on of hoes
So you triziks can the Triple Six kill up them sons like robbery pro's
rolled the windows 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 with
Fuck you niggah's who don't wanna give Paul chevy you gonna be a dead bitch
You hear him, a heavy body droppin' in a
They say I'm crazy though I'm really a lunatic

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