Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

[Sticky] Yo, yo but that shit mine nigga
[copper] You what? Get on the floor alright
Yo man get the fuck off me
[copper] Get down on the ground, and spread em out
[Sticky] Yo, aight man!
Get the fuck down on the ground man!
[Sticky] man!
[copper] Now your ass on the floor..

Yo who the fuck can I trust man?
[devil] You can me man
[Sticky] I turn there's danger God!
Ah-hahahaha
[Sticky] Yo I feel like the is closin in on me man!
Ay, I am Stress
[Sticky] man.. ARRRRGH!
[devil] Yeah, I got you where I you
[Sticky] up man
[devil]
[Sticky] got nowhere to go Son
[devil] No you

Yo

Chorus:

streets is tryin to kill me
My best friend, could be my worst enemy, game is deadly
This might murder me, or lock me up
to life, throw the key

Verse X-1

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

Verse Sonsee

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

Verse Clay the Raider, Sticky Fingaz

When I die, I don't want of my niggaz to cry
Just dress me in a suit, and a black tie
Pass me by to the darkest in the sky
No time to waste, we got the drugs in the
We stickin up the whorehouse, we takin
We want the pussies to the rings
You want the sun to We want the rain to pour
Official to put your body on the floor
BLAM* *BLAM*

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

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

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

narrates as a ghost]
I left a widow and a bastard kid
The streets was tryin to me, and it did

Verse Chorus: Fredro Starr

These streets is tryin to me
That's why I a Mac-Mil this shit is real to me
This shit is deadly, ghetto might murder me
or lock me up for twenty five to life the key, I'm low key
So don't notice me, a half a key is worth
more than a pound of weed, I die for my
Kill for my family, fuck world
cause this world understand me, I'm sick mentally
I'm drinkin Hennessy, mixed with
Shit is stressing me, niggaz for the death of me
But til they me
When sixteen enter me
Remember me your worst

Motherfuckers!