Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

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

[Sticky] Yo who the fuck can I trust
You can trust me man
[Sticky] Everywhere I turn danger God!
Ah-hahahaha
[Sticky] Yo I feel the walls 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 tryin to me
My best friend, could be my worst enemy, game 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 of the inner city tale
When thoughts fail and have you scared to death
biting off your fingernails, not enough, numbers on the scale
Got, niggaz cuttin throat just to sales
Even if it take the last of me I'ma 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 shot to the side of your face, let me up of your place
the funds up out of the safe
Hit the fire escape, gates
Flyin from Jakes, I'm for paint

Verse Sonsee

Yo, I'm caught up, in the tangled web
Where they'd love to see me dead, mail my my head
So the tricolored Rugar stay off safe
To take off a face, just in case, a quiet
Plottin, for your knot-and, your spot-and, block-and
anything else, you got-ten, hopefully you snake and
So eyes open, don't
Cause you do you goin deep, mo' money mo' heat
Police, wanna me to death
And my foes see me lose all my breath
Maybe friends, come wanna merk me for my
And bitches that gave me skins, wanna my end
Cut open my chest, and see my
pump the last of life -- for livin, it's 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 want of my niggaz to cry
Just me in a black suit, and a black tie
me by to the darkest cloud in the sky
No time to waste, we got the drugs in the
We up the whorehouse, we takin everything
We want the pussies to the rings
You want the sun to shine? We want the to pour
Nast' to put your body 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 to kill me, and they caught me by surprise
That's when I blacked out, my life flashed my eyes *glass breaking*

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

[Sticky switches back to voice]
Oh SHIT! happened?! Wait, now I 'member!
And where my gun??! I musta dropped it I jumped out that window
*broken glass* Ahh, my stomach, where them niggaz I see em
I gotta make it to the B-M, and try to this bleeding
I trying to die, I got mad blood spilt
("Aiyyo there that nigga go! him!") Oh shit! *BLAM*

[Sticky as a ghost]
I left behind a and a bastard kid
The streets was tryin to me, and it did

Verse Chorus: Fredro Starr

streets is tryin to kill me
That's why I keep a this shit is real to me
This shit is deadly, this ghetto murder me
or lock me up for twenty five to throw the key, I'm low key
So niggaz don't notice me, a a key is worth
more a pound of weed, I die for my seed
for my family, fuck this world
cause this world understand me, I'm sick mentally
I'm drinkin Hennessy, mixed Tennessee
Shit is stressing me, niggaz for the death of me
But til bury me
When shots enter me
me your worst enemy

Motherfuckers!