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 my identity and playin' more roles than that niggah spike lee
This ain't fake i gotta break
And get the back on this murder case
For chill this is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real
Them can't roll to Triple Six so no lord can save'em
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
over my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm grilled
Bitch cause (?) glock nine with no love, killah's from the south peel
Caps that will make your 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 out this fool that I don't like
Who fucked me out some
(What how I this shit)
till the night
I'm gonna touch him a gauge, gotta touch with a gauge
Niggah think he me gonna get his ass sprayed
First I hit the weed, hit of red rum, niggah better give me some
Or O'll make your body bitch
I thought you knew it was on when you pulled that
ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no fuckin' heart
You meet this sick killah don't step
Better watch your self, better watch self,
Watch out for the niggah's you trust or your last breath
When I put this tone up in your face it's gonna be a case with out no
The robber had a on tryin' to get his blast on
No cause this shit will be erased
in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your
Another robbery another mother fuckin' jack

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

We robbin' hoe, a niggah know leavin' them (?) sorrow
Thats why never know the secrets of the many double quickly
You'll be givin up dead lay dead, get a ton of in the air
By the Koopsta 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 witness the Triple Six kill up them sons robbery pro's
Kurt rolled the windows we can get outta here
Paul caught two in the den, commiting like ruff up in ten
Ten corpses dead with torches to the night into they
(...?...) gonna work so we buried bitches on another day
No heaven sin, no man you can't fuck with this
Fuck you niggah's who don't wanna give Paul your chevy you gonna be a bitch
You hear him, a heavy body droppin' in a
They say I'm though I'm really just a lunatic

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