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 again to take life
I'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 cause these fools me nightly
I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that spike lee
This shit ain't fake i gotta
And get the fuck back on 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 first 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 pizzot
Skeemask my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm grilled
Bitch cause (?) nine with no love, killah's from the south gotta peel
Caps that will make your 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 swishers and plan my robberies.

(Juicy J)
This shit is on, I'm out this fool that I don't like
Who fucked me out money
(What how I squash shit)
Wait the night
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, touch with a gauge
Niggah he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed
I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better give me some
Or O'll make your body bitch
I thought you knew it was on you pulled that shit
Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no fuckin'
You gonna meet this sick don't step
Better watch your self, better watch self,
out for the niggah's you trust or take your last breath
When I put this tone up in your face it's gonna be a case out no trace
The had a mask on tryin' to get his blast on
No evidence cause shit will be erased
We're in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in your
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your
Another sweet 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 know leavin' them (?) sorrow
Thats why never know the secrets of the many double quickly
You'll be givin up dead lay dead, get a ton of in the air
By the Koopsta don't (..?..)
take you for a ride, take you to the evil side
Bitches would see you dead than alive
Misery burn out of cry, for one day (?) cried
Cops caught the witness on me and my niggah (?) on 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 like up in ten
Ten corpses dead with 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 hear him, a heavy body in a ditch
They say I'm crazy though I'm really a lunatic

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