Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my chevy shakin' these late
And soon a will thank me will come out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 cause these fools me nightly
I'm changin' my identity and playin' more than that niggah spike lee
shit 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 cops can't roll to Six so no lord can save'em
I try to least stay 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 first power them back to me
We ran a job off top, we had to pop some
But still some fools made us lead us to his stash pizzot
over my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm grilled
Bitch cause (?) glock nine with no love, killah's from the gotta peel
Caps that will make your 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 this fool that I don't
Who fucked me out money
(What how I this shit)
Wait the night
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch 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 make your body numb bitch
I thought you knew it was on when you that shit
ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no fuckin' heart
You gonna meet this sick don't step
Better watch your self, better watch 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 with out no
The robber had a mask on tryin' to get his on
No evidence cause this shit will be
We're in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in sleep
The Juice, Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Black got them gats to your back
sweet robbery another mother fuckin' jack

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

We robbin' hoe, cause a niggah know them (?) sorrow
Thats why I'll never know the secrets of the many double
You'll be givin up lay dead, get a ton of burn in the air
By the Koopsta don't (..?..)
I'll take you for a ride, take you to the evil
would rather see you dead than alive
Misery out of cry, for one day (?) misery cried
caught the witness on me and my niggah (?) on many of hoes
So you triziks can witness the Triple Six kill up 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 corpses dead with to the night into they brain
(...?...) gonna 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 heavy body in a ditch
They say I'm crazy though I'm really a lunatic

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