Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my shakin' these late nights
And soon a killah will thank me will out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' the 5-0 cause these fools scope me nightly
I'm changin' my identity and playin' more than that niggah spike lee
This ain't fake i gotta break
And get the back on this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when real
Them cops can't roll to Triple Six so no can save'em
I try to least after but now i ask for another favor
One of my died, two of my niggah's 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 some
But still some house made us lead us to his stash pizzot
Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm
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 need to lay down you niggah's, you
You snitches, swishers and plan my sweet robberies.

(Juicy J)
This shit is on, I'm scopin' out this that I don't like
Who me out some money
(What how I squash shit)
Wait till the
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch with a
Niggah think he me gonna get his ass sprayed
First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah give 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 with no fuckin' heart
You gonna meet this killah don't step
Better your self, better watch your self,
Watch out for the niggah's you or take your last breath
When I put tone up in your face it's gonna be a case with out no trace
The had a mask on tryin' to get his blast on
No cause this shit will be erased
We're in Pauls chevy deep, with in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to back
Another sweet robbery another mother jack

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

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

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