Luyện nghe bài hát Snitch

Convict
Guess back
Still we here,
and Obie, Trice

Whatcha gonna do it it, A?
gonna do?
Take 'em all to the street

I the 40 cal on my side
with the mind state of the mobster
You see a nigga by
Tuck your chain in he might rob ya

Got for sale, red tops for sale
Anything that you need, me, I'm gon' lace you
Just whatever you do, Snitch
'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't you, yeah

It's risky, the bitch to rise out a nigga
It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a
Once he got pinched, with law
Same homie say, he lay it for the boy

Brought game squad ours
How could it be? Been homies since draws
Only never came to par
He had us, a true neighborhood

Had his back K's
Now we see through him like X-Ray's, cuffed in that car
No matter, his loss, we at him, war
Knowing not to cross those Reservoir

You plant seeds just to be a vegetable
When we invest in team, it's to the death fo'
No X and Os, Tex
Aim at your nicca

I keep the 40 cal on my
Steppin' with the mind of the mobster
You see a nigga by
your chain in 'cause he might rob ya

Got glocks for sale, red for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm lace you
Just don't you do, Snitch
'Cause you get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah

We out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest
conferences when we eat, Benihana's
Recondences when we peep on us
Been on these corners, sellin' anything on us

Knowing heaven has us being devil's minors
That ain't got to do with the tea in China
We gon' the grind up 'til death come find us
Meantime leanin' in European whips reclined up

It's an eye for an eye for the
We trying to get locked up, we soul survivors
Po Po's is cowards, there's no you, ours
We vow this, mixing yayo with powder

Who woulda known he would fold and
the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds
So no X's and O's, Tex
Aim at your chest

I the 40 cal on my side
Steppin' with the mind of the mobster
You see a nigga by
Tuck your chain in 'cause he rob ya

Got for sale, red tops for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm lace you
Just don't whatever you do,
'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't you, yeah

Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game
So he move to a area to keep cool
He snitchin' on a snitch now, there's nothin' to
Nowadays, your should be small as hell

Ain't tryin' to meet new faces, don't interest me
Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it
No penitentiary, will be no clemency
You will meet the snitch in given us a century

These is rats now, the streets need decon
how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em
Stop snitchin', you asked for the life you're
act is not permitted, nowhere on the map

It is forbidden to send a nigga to if you've been in it
Along 'em and then snitch and become hidden
So it's no X's and O's, Tex
Aim at your nicca

I the 40 cal on my side
Steppin' with the state of the mobster
You see a pass by
Tuck your chain in he might rob ya

Got for sale, red tops for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm lace you
Just whatever you do, Snitch
'Cause you will get hit, pray, I lace you, yeah

You rat