Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I cruise to my chevy these late nights
And soon a killah will thank me will come out to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 these fools scope me nightly
I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than niggah spike lee
This shit ain't fake i gotta
And get the fuck back on murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when 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 first power them back to me
We ran a job off top, we had to pop some
But still some fools house us lead 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
that will make your shells fall, but I will be the only one still leg

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

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

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

We robbin' hoe, a niggah know leavin' them (?) sorrow
Thats why never know the secrets of the many double quickly
You'll be givin up dead lay dead, get a ton of in the air
By the Koopsta niggah (..?..)
take you for a ride, take you to the evil side
Bitches would see you dead than alive
Misery burn out of cry, for one day (?) misery
Cops caught the witness on me and my (?) on many of hoes
So you triziks can the Triple Six kill up them sons like robbery pro's
Kurt rolled the windows we can get outta here
Paul caught two in the den, commiting like ruff up in ten
Ten dead with torches to the night into they brain
(...?...) gonna work so we buried them on another day
No heaven sin, no evidence man you can't fuck this
Fuck you niggah's who don't give Paul your chevy you gonna be a dead bitch
You hear him, a heavy body droppin' in a
They say I'm crazy though I'm really just a

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