Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my chevy these late nights
And soon a killah will thank me come out again 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 that spike lee
This shit ain't i gotta break
And get the fuck back on this murder
For chill this is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real
Them can't roll to Triple Six so no lord can save'em
I try to least stay after but now i ask for another
One of my died, two of my niggah's in the J.C
But now I ask of you first power bring them to me
We ran a job off top, we had to pop some
But still some fools house made us us to his stash pizzot
Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth I'm grilled
Bitch (?) glock nine with no love, killah's from the south gotta peel
Caps that will make your shells fall, but I will be the one still leg

Employed job to me, you need to lay down you niggah's, you bitches
You snitches, smoke swishers and my sweet robberies.

(Juicy J)
This shit is on, I'm scopin' out this fool I don't like
Who me out some money
(What how I this shit)
till the night
I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch with a
Niggah think he me gonna get his ass sprayed
First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better give me
Or O'll make body numb bitch
I thought you knew it was on when you that shit
Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah no fuckin' heart
You gonna meet this sick killah don't
Better watch self, better watch your self,
out for the niggah's you trust or take your last breath
When I put this tone up in your face it's be a case with out no trace
The robber had a mask on to get his blast on
No cause this shit will be erased
We're in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in sleep
The Juice, Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery mother fuckin' jack

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

We robbin' hoe, cause a niggah know leavin' them (?)
Thats why I'll know the secrets of the many double quickly
You'll be up dead lay dead, get a ton of burn in the air
By the Koopsta niggah (..?..)
I'll take you for a ride, take you to the side
Bitches rather see you dead than alive
Misery burn out of cry, for one day (?) misery
Cops caught the on me and my niggah (?) on many of hoes
So you triziks can witness the Six kill up them sons like robbery pro's
rolled the windows solo we can get outta here
Paul caught two bitches in the den, like ruff up in ten
Ten corpses dead with torches to the night into brain
(...?...) gonna work so we buried them bitches on 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 dead
You hear him, a heavy body droppin' in a
They say I'm though I'm really just a lunatic

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