Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

[Sticky] Yo, yo but that shit ain't nigga
[copper] You know what? Get on the alright
Yo man get the fuck off me
[copper] Get on the ground, and spread em out alright
[Sticky] Yo, aight man!
[copper] Get the fuck down on the man!
Aight man!
[copper] Now keep ass on the floor..

[Sticky] Yo who the fuck can I man?
You can trust me man
[Sticky] Everywhere I there's danger God!
Ah-hahahaha
[Sticky] Yo I feel like the is closin in on me man!
[devil] Ay, I am
Buggin man.. ARRRRGH!
[devil] Yeah, I got you where I you
[Sticky] up man
[devil]
[Sticky] got nowhere to go Son
No you don't

Yo

Chorus:

These is tryin to kill me
My friend, could be my worst enemy, this game is deadly
This ghetto might me, or lock me up
Twenty-five to life, the key

Verse X-1

Yo, yo
You what happens in the actions of the inner city tale
your thoughts fail and have you scared to death
biting off your fingernails, not enough, numbers on the scale
Got, niggaz cuttin throat just to make
if it take the last of me I'ma fill my pockets to capacity
Anything that cash, fuck job huntin
Put on a face kid, I'm out to rob sum'in
If you home or not, I put the to your knot
One to the side of your face, let me up inside of your place
Gimme the funds up out of the
Hit the escape, high-divin gates
Flyin from Jakes, I'm for paint

Verse Two:

Yo, I'm caught up, in the tangled web
Where they'd love to see me dead, my mom's my head
So the silenced Rugar stay off safe
To off a face, just in case, a quiet lace
Plottin, for your knot-and, your spot-and, block-and
anything else, you got-ten, hopefully you and rotten
So eyes open, don't
Cause once you do you goin deep, mo' money mo'
Police, brutalize me to death
And my foes see me lose all my breath
Maybe friends, come wanna me for my beans
And bitches gave me skins, wanna watch my end
Cut open my chest, and see my
pump the last ounce of life -- for livin, a price
Til then, when over, kamikaze
Strictly, I'm all you motherfuckers with me!

Verse Three: Clay the Raider, Fingaz

When I die, I don't none of my niggaz to cry
Just dress me in a suit, and a black tie
Pass me by to the cloud in the sky
No time to waste, we got the in the briefcase
We up the whorehouse, we takin everything
We want the pussies to the diamond
You want the sun to We want the rain to pour
Official Nast' to put your on the floor
*BLAM BLAM*

OH SHIT I'M HIT! I'M HIT! They just me in the stomach!
UNNNGGGGGGHHHHH! *BLAM BLAM BLAM* BLAM* Who want it who want it?
Niggaz trying to kill me, and they me by surprise
That's when I blacked out, my flashed before my eyes *glass breaking*

changes to a narrator voice]
My whole life I ain't never a shit
My mentality was *clip cocked gun* get shot or gimme a gam
If the gun ain't jam, I bust you
I don't my own mother, how the FUCK I'ma trust you?
I did some things I sorta regret
But I can't bring them niggaz kid they already wet
As a kid I went to jail I sold crack
I'm trial in the streets cause I ain't tryin to go back

[Sticky switches back to panicked
Oh SHIT! happened?! Wait, now I 'member!
And my gun??! I musta dropped it when I jumped out that window
*broken Ahh, my stomach, where them niggaz I don't see em
I gotta it to the B-M, and try to stop this bleeding
I ain't trying to die, I got mad blood
("Aiyyo that nigga go! Kill him!") Oh shit! *BLAM*

[Sticky narrates as a
I left a widow and a bastard kid
The streets was to kill me, and it did

Verse Chorus: Fredro Starr

These streets is tryin to me
That's why I keep a this shit is real to me
This shit is deadly, this ghetto might me
or lock me up for twenty to life throw the key, I'm low key
So niggaz don't notice me, a a key is worth
than a pound of weed, I die for my seed
Kill for my family, fuck world
cause this world don't understand me, I'm mentally
I'm Hennessy, mixed with Tennessee
Shit is stressing me, niggaz praying for the of me
But til they me
When sixteen shots me
Remember me your worst

Motherfuckers!