Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

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

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

Yo

Chorus:

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

Verse X-1

Yo, yo
You know what happens in the actions of the inner city
When your thoughts fail and you scared to death
biting off your fingernails, not enough, on the weight scale
Got, niggaz cuttin throat just to make
Even if it take the last of me I'ma fill my pockets to
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 chrome to knot
One to the side of your face, let me up inside of your place
Gimme the up out of the safe
Hit the fire escape, gates
from Jakes, I'm dyin for paint

Verse Two:

Yo, I'm caught up, stuck in the web
Where they'd to see me dead, mail my mom's my head
So the tricolored silenced Rugar off safe
To take off a face, just in case, a quiet
Plottin, for your knot-and, spot-and, your block-and
anything else, you got-ten, hopefully you and rotten
So eyes open, sleep
Cause once you do you goin deep, mo' mo' heat
Police, wanna me to death
And my foes wanna see me all my breath
friends, come wanna merk me for my beans
And bitches that gave me skins, 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 takin all you with me!

Verse Three: Clay the Raider, Fingaz

When I die, I want none of my niggaz to cry
Just dress me in a black suit, and a tie
me by to the darkest cloud in the sky
No time to waste, we got the in the briefcase
We stickin up the whorehouse, we takin
We the pussies to the diamond rings
You want the sun to We want the rain to pour
Official Nast' to put body on the floor
*BLAM BLAM*

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

[Sticky changes to a 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 trust my own mother, how the FUCK I'ma trust you?
I did things that I sorta regret
But I bring them niggaz back kid they already wet
As a kid I went to jail I sold crack
I'm holdin in the streets cause I ain't tryin to go back

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

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

Verse Four/Modified Chorus: Fredro

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

Motherfuckers!