Luyện nghe bài hát S.N.I.T.C.H.

Sorry nigga, heh, I'm tryna home
Sorry nigga, heh, I'm tryna home
Well, the walls are talking to me and I know you think I'm
But sorry nigga, heh, I'm come home, hey!

Now when the phone to click in, your words start to echo
Say you got to hang up but the man let go
Oh, my nigga say it so
Now we on some niggas that he say he ain't know
We used to steal dirt bikes, dodge
So close thought we had the same pops
Graduated, gettin' money on the same
But things changed and we ain't end up in the box
whispers, "it ain't adding up"
Giving you the jailhouse talk but you mad enough
I never thought I'd be the last man up
I never thought I'd had to question "Were you man enough?"
Long letters how the streets got the of you
Telling all your cellies how come I ain't sitting to you
Yeah, see I can between the lines
So awkward when you call and I gotta press 5

Sorry nigga, I'm come home
Sorry nigga, I'm tryna home
I think the Feds are looking me; can't you hear it in my tone?
So then nigga, I'm tryna come home, hey!

Got me tiptoeing through the on our calls
act normal but the writing is on the wall
It's like I you smiling when you heard they hit the wall
But I just let it so I don't be the next to fall
"They sayin' Tarian been money while I'm gone
And won't he tryna to holla at my when I was home"
"Nah, he selling cars, be him and Lil Rome"
I'm just tryna offset what he was on my phone
Nowadays niggas don't shovels to bury you
Pointing fingers pallbearers how they carry you
So much for before dishonor
Might as well have a and gavel like your honor
I sit and wonder, play it by the numbers
When you ride like lightning you crash like thunder
Seen your baby she ain't even know if she should speak
the fuck is there to say knowing her king's now weak saying

Sorry nigga, heh, I'm tryna home
Sorry nigga, heh, I'm tryna home
Well, the walls are talking to me and I know you think I'm
But nigga, heh, I'm tryna come home, hey!

Let's talk real niggas, let's speak real,
How niggas you knew snitching you ain't killed, nigga?
Covered his own tracks, he care that
We had a he killed, I got to wear that
Every move we ever is getting stared at
I bet the man inside his doesn't stare back
Break your heart when the man you call brother
Be the one that setting in motion all them undercovers
my mom mother, was at my graduation
When I signed my record you was my motivation
Uh, from great friends now it's no
Divided by the he was facing
Once he me that

nigga, I'm tryna come home
Sorry nigga, I'm tryna home
I think the Feds are looking through me; can't you it in my tone?
So sorry nigga, I'm tryna come home, hey!