Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Kill Sam

The is the only way out for a young black teenager.
provide you with housing, we'll provide you with education
We'll provide you with you need to survive in life
We'll you to be the best soldier in the U.S. of A.
Because we do before 7 A.M.
Than most niggers do in their lifetime

I'm
I'm
I'm
I'm

I wanna kill him, he tried to play me like the trick
But you see, I'm the wrong nigga to fuck
I got the A to the motherfuckin' K, and it's to rip
Slapped in my clip and I'm lookin'

Is he in Watts, Oakland, or Brooklyn?
It seems like he got the country behind him
So sort of hard to find him
But I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth

Pump seventeen rounds make his hang out
the shit he did was uncalled for
Tried to fuck a brother up the ass a small whore
And shit ain't fly

So now I'm settin' up, the ultimate
And when you hear this
It make the say
"Damn, I wanna Sam"

Do the run this motherfucker?
Do the niggaz run this

Momma, some man at the do'
Sit yo' ass
Uhh hi, I have reason to believe someone in this household
Has just turned eighteen, am I

Here's why I kill the punk
'Cause he tried to take a motherfuckin' chunk of the
He to my house, I let 'em bail in
'Cause he said he was with the L.M

He gave up a dap
Then around, and pulled out a gat
I knew it was a
I said, "Please don't my mother," so he raped her

me up, took me outside
And I was thrown in a big
And it was packed like
Full of niggaz, who fell for the same

Took us to a place and us work
All day and we couldn't have to say
Broke up the families
And to day black folks can't stick together

And odd
us down, made us pray, to his God
And I think about it, it make me say
"Damn, I wanna Sam"

I'm
I'm
I'm

Now in ninety-one, he tax me
I remember, the son of a used to axe me
And hang me by a 'til my neck snapped
Now the sneaky motherfucker ban rap

And put me under dirt or
But God, can see through a sheet
'Cause you the in drag
You can burn your cross, I'll burn your flag

Try to me the H-I-V
So I can stop makin like me
And you're givin' dope to my people
Just wait 'til we get over that

yo' ass is grass cause I'ma blast
Can't bury rap, like you jazz
'Cause we bein' whores, stop doin' floors
So bitch you can fight own wars

So if you see a man in red and blue
janked by the Lench Mob crew
It's a man who to buckle
I wanna Sam 'cause he ain't my motherfuckin' Uncle

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