Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my chevy shakin' these nights
And soon a killah will thank me will out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' the 5-0 cause these fools scope me nightly
I'm changin' my identity and playin' roles than that niggah spike lee
This shit ain't fake i break
And get the fuck back on this case
For this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real
cops can't 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 first power 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 pizzot
Skeemask my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm grilled
Bitch (?) glock nine with no love, killah's from the south gotta peel
Caps that will make your shells fall, but I will be the only one leg

Employed job to me, you need 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)
Wait the night
I'm touch him with a gauge, gotta touch with a gauge
Niggah think he me gonna get his ass sprayed
First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better give me
Or O'll make body numb bitch
I thought you knew it was on you pulled that shit
Flodgin' ass prepare 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 this tone up in your face it's gonna be a case with out no
The robber had a on tryin' to get his blast on
No evidence cause this shit will be
We're in Pauls chevy deep, with in your sleep
The Juice, Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another 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 leavin' 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 (..?..)
take you for a ride, take you to the evil side
Bitches would rather see you than alive
Misery burn out of cry, for one day (?) misery
Cops caught the on me and my niggah (?) on many of hoes
So you can witness the Triple Six kill up them sons like robbery pro's
Kurt rolled the windows we can get outta here
Paul caught two bitches in the den, commiting ruff up in ten
Ten dead with torches to the night into they brain
(...?...) gonna work so we them bitches on another day
No heaven sin, no evidence man you can't with this
Fuck you niggah's who don't wanna give your chevy you gonna be a dead bitch
You him, a heavy body droppin' in a ditch
They say I'm crazy though I'm just a lunatic

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