Luyện nghe bài hát How To Rob An Industry Nigga

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

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

You better recognize, nigga, I'm from the street
These industry niggaz starting to like something to eat
I'll Kim and tell 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 that nigga
Have sweating, staring down the barrel from my nine
Since these Harlem niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell man
Mason Betha, haha, up of that watch now
I right now"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I figured it out been robbing Joe
That's why his ass wanna be a playa no more
Mad at you, I'm J.D.
you, pay me

Had Da Brat '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, take shit and
Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass
Tell Sticky, gimme the cash before I empty
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 tried to hide his shit, try to stall ya
He said "Why you me
I got 'Nuttin But for ya

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

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

I'ma keep niggas until I'm livid
I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael
Catch Tyson for that cash like Robyn Givens
I'm hungry for real, I'm' bout to stick C
That nigga still off Big's first LP

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

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

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

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

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