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 that OD
Aiyyo, the bottom line is I'ma with a deal
If my record sell, I'ma rob and steal

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

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

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

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

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

I'll man handle Mariah bitch, get on the ground
You ain't with Tommy no more, who gonna you now?
I been Tone and Poke since they found me
know 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
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 a gun, snatch his piece then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon' me, son?

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

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

I'll catch P and Silkk, The Shocker after the Grammies
And Will Smith and ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy with the
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 wanna be a no more
Mad at you, I'm J.D.
you, pay me

Had Da Brat with 'em, had his gat with him
DMX get down, well, you tell, homey
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my 'Dirt All By My
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 and RZA for them funny ass rings
Tell Sticky, gimme the cash I empty three
I'll beat ass like that white boy on MTV

Canibus wanna battle while I'm sticking up
get capped coroners picking him up
Heavy tried to hide his shit, try to stall ya
He "Why you robbing 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 Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep
We at a time, get out and off your shine

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

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

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

This serious
Being can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our can be bigger
50 Cent, how it to rob an industry 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 industry nigga or a regular
It matter, if you got it and I need it I want it

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

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