Luyện nghe bài hát How To Rob An Industry Nigga

The art of robbed
is how we do Brooklyn style, boy
You know what I'm

R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C
R.I.P that wanna OD
Aiyyo, the bottom line is I'ma with a deal
If my record don't sell, I'ma rob and

You recognize, nigga, I'm straight from the street
These niggaz starting to look like something to eat
snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?"
Get your ass down to the ATM

I have dreams of fucking an R an' B
And I'll up early and bounce with all your shit
When I apply pressure, son, it ain't funny
I'm about to stick for some of that Whitney money

Brian McKnight, I can get that anytime
Have Keith sweating, staring down the barrel from my
Since these World niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to tell him, "Tell your man
Betha, haha, come up of that watch now
I right now"

The only excuse for being is being in jail
An entertainer can't make if he broke as hell
I'd rob O.D.B. but be a waste of time
Probably have to him, run and toss the nine

I'd follow Fox in the for four blocks
Plotting to juice her for that rock copped
What, Jigga sold like 4 mil'?
He got to live for
Don't want no nigga putting thru that Bentley Coupe door

man handle Mariah like bitch, get on the ground
You ain't with Tommy no more, who protect you now?
I been scheming Tone and Poke since they me
Steve not to wear that platinum shit around me

I'm a klepto, nah, for real, son, I'm
I'm 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all old school shit
now I'm bent and when I get like this, I don't think
About to Stevie J take off that tight ass mink
I'll rob Pun without a gun, snatch his piece run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he catch me, son?

ain't serious
Being can make you delirious
So we rob and so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry

This serious
Being broke can you delirious
So we rob and steal so our can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob an nigga?

I'll catch P and Silkk, The Shocker right after the
And Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on and Missy with the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog

I figured it out been robbing Joe
That's why his ass don't wanna be a no more
Mad at you, I'm J.D.
you, pay me

Had Da Brat 'em, shoulda had his gat with him
DMX get down, well, you tell, homey
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my All By My Lonely'
I rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't

I hit the studios, shit and leave
Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them ass rings
Tell Sticky, the cash before I empty three
I'll your ass like that white boy on MTV

Canibus battle while I'm sticking them up
Nigga get capped picking him up
Heavy tried to his shit, nigga try to stall ya
He "Why you robbing me
I got But Love' for ya

Caught Juvenile for his Cash piece
him I want it all, he said, "Even my gold teeth?"
I caught Blackstreet on a street in a black jeep
We at a time, get out and take off your

Did you ever think that you would be rich?
Did you ever think that you have these hits?
Did you ever think I'd flash the nine
And walk off with your shit it's mine?

I'ma keep sticking niggas until I'm
I'll rob II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn
I'm hungry for real, bout to stick Mister C
nigga still eating off Big's first LP

I had Busta and the whole on the floor
He me if I had enough, I told him 'Gimme Some More'
Is you feeling this? Then for the sequel
I get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's People

ain't serious
Being can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob an nigga?

For real, yo, you know what I'm
Niggas got to get stuck up, just how it goes down
It matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga
It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I it

50 Cents ain't around
Track ain't fucking around
Crazy Cat fucking around
The Rapper aint fucking around

So watch backs, watch your pocket book
Watch your pockets, watch everybody on the
everybody on the bus
'Cause we gonna get you whether you it or not