Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my chevy shakin' these late
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 identity and more roles than that niggah spike lee
This shit ain't i gotta break
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 it's real
Them cops can't roll to 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 cops
But still fools house made us lead us to his stash pizzot
Skeemask over my skull, in my mouth cause I'm grilled
cause (?) 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 cause job to me, you need to lay you niggah's, you bitches
You snitches, smoke and plan my sweet robberies.

(Juicy J)
This shit is on, I'm scopin' out fool that I don't like
Who fucked me out money
(What how I this shit)
till the night
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch a gauge
Niggah he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed
First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, better give me some
Or O'll make your numb bitch
I you knew it was on when you pulled that shit
Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah no fuckin' heart
You gonna meet this sick killah step
Better your self, better watch your self,
Watch out for the niggah's you trust or take last breath
When I put this up in your face it's gonna be a case with out no trace
The robber had a on tryin' to get his blast on
No evidence cause this shit will be
in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
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 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 quickly
You'll be givin up dead lay dead, get a ton of in the air
By the niggah don't (..?..)
I'll take you for a ride, take you to the side
Bitches would rather see you dead than
Misery out of cry, for one day (?) misery cried
Cops caught the on me and my niggah (?) on many of hoes
So you triziks can witness the Triple Six kill up them sons robbery pro's
rolled the windows solo we can get outta here
Paul caught two in the den, commiting like ruff up in ten
Ten corpses dead 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 fuck with
Fuck you niggah's who don't wanna give Paul your chevy you gonna be a 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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