Luyện nghe bài hát How To Rob An Industry Nigga

The art of robbed
This is how we do 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 with a deal
If my don't sell, I'ma rob and steal

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

I have of fucking an R an' B bitch
And I'll wake up early and bounce with all shit
When I apply pressure, son, it even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that money

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

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

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

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

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

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

This 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

I'll catch P and Silkk, The right 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 Joe before
why his ass don't wanna be a playa no more
Mad at you, I'm J.D.
you, pay me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For real, yo, you what I'm saying?
Niggas got to get up, that's 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 it I want it

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

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