Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my chevy shakin' these late
And a killah will thank me will come out again to take another life
I'm of hidin' form the 5-0 cause these fools scope me nightly
I'm changin' my identity and more roles than that niggah spike lee
This shit 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 no fun when it's real
Them cops roll to Triple Six so no lord can save'em
I try to least stay after but now i ask for favor
One of my died, two of my niggah's in the J.C
But now I ask of you power bring them back to me
We ran a job off top, we had to pop some
But still fools house made us lead us to his stash pizzot
Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my cause I'm grilled
Bitch cause (?) glock nine with no love, killah's from the gotta peel
that will 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 this fool that I like
Who fucked me out money
(What how I squash shit)
till the night
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta with a gauge
Niggah think he me gonna get his ass sprayed
First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, better give me some
Or O'll make your numb bitch
I thought you it was on when you pulled that shit
Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the with no fuckin' heart
You gonna this sick killah don't step
Better your self, better watch your self,
out for the niggah's you trust or take your last breath
When I put this tone up in face it's gonna be a case with out no trace
The robber had a on tryin' to get his blast on
No cause this shit will be erased
We're in Pauls deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to back
Another sweet robbery another mother fuckin'

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

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

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