Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

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

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

Yo

Chorus:

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

Verse X-1

Yo, yo
You know happens in the actions of the inner city tale
When your thoughts fail and have you scared to
biting off your fingernails, not enough, numbers on the weight
Got, niggaz cuttin throat to make sales
Even if it take the last of me fill my pockets to capacity
Anything takes 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 face, let me up inside of your place
Gimme the up out of the safe
Hit the fire escape, gates
Flyin from Jakes, I'm dyin for

Verse Two:

Yo, I'm caught up, in the tangled web
they'd love to see me dead, mail my mom's my head
So the tricolored silenced Rugar stay off
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, you snake and rotten
So open, don't sleep
once you do you goin deep, mo' money mo' heat
Police, wanna me to death
And my foes wanna see me lose all my
Maybe friends, come wanna merk me for my
And bitches that gave me skins, watch my end
Cut my chest, and see my heart
pump the last ounce of life -- for livin, a price
Til then, when it's over,
Strictly, I'm takin all you motherfuckers me!

Verse Three: Clay the Raider, Sticky

When I die, I don't none of my niggaz to cry
dress me in a black 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 to the diamond rings
You want the sun to shine? We the rain 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 trying to me, and they caught me by surprise
That's when I blacked out, my flashed before my eyes *glass breaking*

[Sticky to a narrator voice]
My whole life I ain't give 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 trust my own mother, how the FUCK I'ma you?
I did some things I sorta regret
But I can't bring niggaz back kid they already wet
As a kid I went to jail cause I sold
I'm holdin trial in the 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 glass* Ahh, my stomach, them niggaz I don't see em
I make it to the B-M, and try to stop this bleeding
I ain't trying to die, I got mad spilt
("Aiyyo there that nigga go! Kill him!") Oh shit!

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

Verse Chorus: Fredro Starr

These streets is to kill me
That's why I keep a Mac-Mil shit is real to me
This shit is deadly, this ghetto might me
or lock me up for twenty five to life the key, I'm low key
So niggaz don't me, a half a key is worth
more than a of weed, I die for my seed
Kill for my family, this world
this world don't understand me, I'm sick mentally
I'm drinkin Hennessy, with Tennessee
is stressing me, niggaz praying for the death of me
But til bury me
sixteen shots enter me
Remember me worst enemy

Motherfuckers!