Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my chevy these late nights
And soon a killah will thank me come out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 these fools scope me nightly
I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that niggah lee
This shit ain't 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 cops can't roll to Triple Six so no lord can
I try to least stay after but now i ask for favor
One of my homies died, two of my 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 cops
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 no love, killah's from the south gotta peel
Caps that will make shells fall, but I will be the only 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 shit is on, I'm scopin' out fool that I don't like
Who fucked me out some
(What how I this shit)
till the night
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, touch with a gauge
Niggah think he fucked me gonna get his ass
I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better give me some
Or O'll make your numb bitch
I thought you knew it was on when you pulled that
Flodgin' ass prepare for the triggah with no fuckin' heart
You gonna meet this killah don't step
Better watch your self, watch your self,
Watch out for the niggah's you trust or take your last
When I put this up in your face it's gonna be a case with out no trace
The robber had a mask on to get his blast on
No evidence cause this will be erased
We're in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in your
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' & S.O.G
Lord and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another robbery another mother fuckin' jack

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

We robbin' hoe, cause a niggah know leavin' them (?)
why I'll never know the secrets of the many double quickly
You'll be givin up lay dead, get a ton of burn in the air
By the Koopsta niggah (..?..)
I'll take you for a ride, take you to the side
Bitches would rather see you dead than
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 Triple Six kill up sons like robbery pro's
Kurt rolled the windows solo we can get here
caught two bitches in the den, commiting like ruff up in ten
Ten corpses dead with torches to the into they brain
(...?...) gonna work so we buried 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 him, a heavy body droppin' in a ditch
They say I'm crazy I'm really just a lunatic

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