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 to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 cause fools scope me nightly
I'm changin' my identity and playin' more than that niggah spike lee
This shit ain't fake i gotta
And get the fuck on this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when real
Them cops roll to Triple Six so no lord can save'em
I try to least stay but now i ask for another favor
One of my homies died, two of my 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 some fools made us lead us to his stash pizzot
Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth I'm grilled
Bitch cause (?) glock nine with no love, killah's from the gotta peel
Caps that will make your shells fall, but I will be the one still leg

Employed cause job to me, you need to lay 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 some
(What how I this shit)
Wait till the
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch with a
Niggah think he fucked me gonna get his ass
First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah give me some
Or make your body numb bitch
I thought you knew it was on when you that shit
Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah no fuckin' heart
You gonna meet this sick killah don't
Better watch your self, better watch self,
Watch out for the niggah's you trust or take your breath
When I put this 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 evidence this shit will be erased
We're in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in your
The Juice, Project Pat, Glock & S.O.G
Lord and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another mother fuckin'

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

We robbin' hoe, cause a niggah know 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 niggah don't (..?..)
I'll take you for a ride, you to the evil side
Bitches would rather see you than alive
Misery burn out of cry, for one day (?) misery
Cops caught the witness on me and my niggah (?) on of hoes
So you triziks can witness the Six kill up them sons like robbery pro's
rolled the windows solo we can get outta here
Paul two bitches in the den, commiting like ruff up in ten
Ten corpses dead torches to the night into they brain
(...?...) gonna so we buried them bitches on another day
No heaven sin, no man you can't fuck with this
Fuck you niggah's who wanna give Paul your chevy you gonna be a dead bitch
You hear him, a heavy droppin' in a ditch
They say I'm crazy though I'm really a lunatic

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