Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Kill Sam

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

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

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

Is he in Watts, Oakland, or Brooklyn?
It like he got the whole country behind him
So it's sort of hard to him
But when I do, gotta put my gat in his

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

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

Do the niggaz run this
Do the niggaz run motherfucker?

Momma, man at the front do'
Sit yo' ass
Uhh hi, I have reason to believe that someone in this
Has just eighteen, am I correct?

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

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

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

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

And odd
Broke us down, us pray, to his God
And when I 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 bitch to axe me
And hang me by a rope 'til my snapped
Now the sneaky motherfucker ban rap

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

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

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 your own wars

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

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