Luyện nghe bài hát How To Rob An Industry Nigga

The art of getting
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 niggas wanna OD
Aiyyo, the bottom line is I'ma crook with a
If my record don't sell, rob and steal

You better recognize, nigga, I'm straight the street
These industry niggaz to look like something to eat
I'll snatch Kim and Puff, "You wanna see her again?"
Get ass down to the nearest ATM

I dreams of fucking an R an' B bitch
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 nigga anytime
Have Keith sweating, staring down the barrel my nine
Since these Harlem 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 mean now"

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

I'd follow Fox in the drop for blocks
Plotting to juice her for that rock Kurupt
What, Jigga just sold like 4
He got something to for
Don't want no nigga putting four thru that Bentley Coupe

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

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

This serious
Being broke can make you
So we rob and so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent, how it to rob an industry nigga?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did you ever think that you would be this
Did you ever think that you would have these
Did you ever think that I'd the nine
And walk off with your shit like mine?

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

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

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?

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

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

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