Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my chevy these late nights
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 and playin' more roles than that niggah spike lee
This shit ain't fake i break
And get the fuck back on murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it no fun when it's real
Them cops can't roll to Six so no lord can save'em
I try to stay after 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 first power bring them to me
We ran a job off top, we had to pop cops
But still fools house made us lead us to his stash pizzot
over my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm grilled
Bitch cause (?) glock nine with no love, killah's from the gotta peel
Caps 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 me out some money
(What how I squash shit)
till the night
I'm touch him with a gauge, gotta touch with a gauge
Niggah think he fucked me get his ass sprayed
First I hit the weed, hit of red rum, niggah better give me some
Or O'll make your body numb
I thought you knew it was on when you pulled shit
Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the with no fuckin' heart
You gonna meet this sick killah step
Better your self, better watch your self,
Watch out for the you trust or take your last breath
When I put this tone up in your face it's gonna be a with out no trace
The robber had a mask on tryin' to get his on
No cause this shit will be erased
We're in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in your
The Juice, Project Pat, Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Black got them gats to your back
sweet robbery another mother fuckin' jack

(Koopsta Knicca)
The terrors in the air-yair that I find 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 quickly
You'll be givin up lay dead, get a ton of burn in the air
By the niggah don't (..?..)
I'll you for a ride, take you to the evil side
Bitches would rather see you than alive
Misery out of cry, for one day (?) misery cried
Cops caught the witness on me and my niggah (?) on of hoes
So you triziks can the Triple Six kill up them sons like robbery pro's
Kurt rolled the windows solo we can get outta
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 evidence man you can't with this
Fuck you niggah's who don't wanna give Paul your chevy you gonna be a dead
You hear him, a heavy body in a ditch
They say I'm though I'm really just a lunatic

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