Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Robbery

(DJ Paul)
I to my chevy shakin' these late nights
And soon a will thank me will come out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 cause these fools scope me
I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles that niggah spike lee
This shit fake i gotta break
And get the fuck back on this case
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 after 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 made us lead us to his pizzot
Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm
Bitch cause (?) nine with no love, killah's from the south gotta peel
Caps that will make your fall, but I will be the only one still 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 some
(What how I squash shit)
till the night
I'm gonna touch him a gauge, gotta touch with a gauge
Niggah he fucked 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 pulled shit
Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no fuckin'
You gonna meet this sick killah step
Better watch self, better watch your self,
Watch out for the niggah's you trust or your last breath
When I put this tone up in face it's gonna be a case with out no trace
The had a mask on tryin' to get his blast on
No evidence cause this shit will be
in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another mother fuckin'

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

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

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