Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my shakin' these late nights
And soon a killah will thank me come out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' the 5-0 cause these fools scope me nightly
I'm my identity and playin' more roles than that niggah spike lee
shit ain't fake i gotta 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 can't roll to Triple Six so no lord can save'em
I try to least 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 first power bring back to me
We ran a job off top, we had to pop some
But still some fools house us lead us to his stash pizzot
Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth I'm grilled
Bitch cause (?) glock nine with no love, killah's from the gotta peel
Caps that make 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 shit is on, I'm scopin' out fool that I don't like
Who fucked me out money
(What how I this shit)
till the night
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch a gauge
Niggah he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed
I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better give me some
Or O'll make your body numb
I you knew it was on when you pulled that shit
Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the with no fuckin' heart
You gonna meet sick killah don't step
Better watch your self, better watch self,
Watch out for the niggah's you trust or take your last
When I put this tone up in your face it's be a case with out no trace
The robber had a mask on to get his blast on
No evidence cause this shit will be
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 jack

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

We robbin' hoe, cause a niggah know 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 niggah don't (..?..)
I'll take you for a ride, you to the evil side
would rather see you dead than alive
Misery burn out of cry, for one day (?) misery
Cops the witness on me and my niggah (?) on many of hoes
So you triziks can witness the Triple Six kill up them sons like pro's
Kurt the windows solo we can get outta here
caught two bitches in the den, commiting like ruff up in ten
Ten dead with torches to the night into they brain
(...?...) work so we buried them bitches on another day
No heaven sin, no evidence man you can't with this
Fuck you niggah's who wanna give Paul your chevy you gonna be a dead bitch
You hear him, a heavy body in a ditch
They say I'm crazy though I'm really a lunatic

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