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 changin' my and playin' more roles than that niggah spike lee
This shit ain't fake i gotta
And get the fuck back on murder case
For chill this shit is to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real
Them cops can't roll to Triple Six so no can save'em
I try to stay 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 first power bring 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 stash
Skeemask over my skull, in my mouth cause I'm grilled
Bitch cause (?) glock with no love, killah's from the south gotta peel
Caps that will make your shells fall, but I will be the one still leg

Employed job to me, you need to lay down you niggah's, you bitches
You snitches, smoke swishers and plan my robberies.

(Juicy J)
This is on, I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't like
Who fucked me out money
(What how I squash shit)
till the night
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, touch with a gauge
think he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed
First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better give me
Or make your body numb bitch
I thought you knew it was on you pulled that shit
Flodgin' ass niggah for the triggah with no fuckin' heart
You gonna meet this sick killah step
watch your self, better watch your self,
Watch out for the niggah's you trust or take your 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 visions in sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Glock & S.O.G
Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet another mother fuckin' jack

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

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

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