Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my chevy shakin' these 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 these scope me nightly
I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than niggah spike lee
shit ain't fake i gotta break
And get the fuck back on murder case
For chill shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real
Them cops roll to Triple Six so no lord 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 some fools house made us lead us to his pizzot
Skeemask my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm grilled
Bitch cause (?) glock nine with no love, 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 down you niggah's, you
You snitches, smoke and plan my sweet robberies.

(Juicy J)
This shit is on, I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't
Who fucked me out money
(What how I squash shit)
Wait till the
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, 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 numb
I thought you knew it was on when you pulled shit
Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no heart
You gonna meet this killah don't step
Better watch self, better watch your self,
Watch out for the niggah's you trust or take last breath
I put this 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 evidence cause this shit be erased
We're in Pauls chevy deep, visions in your sleep
The Juice, Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another mother fuckin'

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

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

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