Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my chevy shakin' late nights
And soon a killah thank me will come out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 cause 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 case
For chill shit is cool 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 lord can
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 cops
But still some fools house made us lead us to his stash
Skeemask my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm grilled
Bitch cause (?) glock nine with no love, killah's 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 and plan my sweet robberies.

(Juicy J)
This shit is on, I'm scopin' out this fool I don't like
Who fucked me out some
(What how I this shit)
Wait the night
I'm gonna touch him a gauge, gotta touch with a gauge
Niggah he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed
First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah give me some
Or make your body numb bitch
I thought you it was on when you pulled that shit
Flodgin' ass prepare for the triggah with no fuckin' heart
You gonna this sick killah don't step
Better your self, better watch your self,
Watch out for the niggah's you trust or take your breath
When I put this tone up in your face it's be a case with out no trace
The robber had a mask on tryin' to get his on
No evidence cause this shit be erased
We're in chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' & S.O.G
Lord and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another mother jack

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

We robbin' hoe, a niggah know leavin' them (?) sorrow
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 Koopsta don't (..?..)
I'll take you for a ride, take you to the 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 up them sons like robbery pro's
Kurt rolled the windows we can get outta here
Paul caught two 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 on another 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 body droppin' in a ditch
They say I'm crazy though I'm really just a

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