Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my chevy shakin' these late
And soon a killah will thank me will come out to take another 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 niggah spike lee
This shit ain't i gotta break
And get the fuck back on this case
For chill this shit is cool to rap but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real
cops can't roll to Triple Six so no lord can save'em
I try to least after but now i ask for another favor
One of my died, two of my niggah's in the J.C
But now I ask of you first power them back to me
We ran a job off top, we had to pop some
But still fools house made us lead us to his stash pizzot
Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my cause I'm grilled
Bitch cause (?) glock nine 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 job to me, you need to lay down you niggah's, you bitches
You snitches, smoke and plan my sweet robberies.

(Juicy J)
This shit is on, I'm scopin' out this fool I don't like
Who fucked me out money
(What how I this shit)
Wait the night
I'm gonna 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 numb bitch
I thought you knew it was on when you that shit
ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no fuckin' heart
You gonna this sick killah don't step
Better watch self, better watch your self,
Watch out for the you trust or take your last breath
When I put this tone up in your it's gonna be a case with out no trace
The robber had a mask on tryin' to get his on
No evidence cause this shit will be
We're in Pauls chevy deep, with in your sleep
The Juice, Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them to your back
Another sweet another mother fuckin' jack

(Koopsta Knicca)
The terrors in the air-yair hopin that I find your soul hoe buddah

We robbin' hoe, cause a niggah leavin' them (?) sorrow
Thats why I'll never know the secrets of the double quickly
be givin up dead lay dead, get a ton of burn in the air
By the Koopsta don't (..?..)
I'll take you for a ride, take you to the evil
Bitches rather see you dead 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
rolled the windows solo we can get outta here
Paul two bitches in the den, commiting like ruff up in ten
Ten corpses dead with torches to the night into they
(...?...) gonna so we buried them bitches on another day
No heaven sin, no evidence man you can't fuck this
Fuck you niggah's who don't wanna give Paul your chevy you gonna be a bitch
You hear him, a heavy droppin' in a ditch
They say I'm crazy though I'm really a lunatic

[Chorus..till