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 that wanna OD
Aiyyo, the bottom line is crook with a deal
If my don't sell, I'ma rob and steal

You recognize, nigga, I'm straight from the street
industry niggaz starting to look like something to eat
I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You see her again?"
Get your ass down to the 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 even funny
I'm to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money

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

The only for being broke is being 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 drop for blocks
Plotting to her for that rock Kurupt copped
What, Jigga just like 4 mil'?
He got something to for
want no nigga putting four thru that Bentley Coupe door

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

I'm a klepto, nah, for real, son, I'm
I'm 'bout to stick Slick for all that old school shit
Right now I'm bent and when I get like this, I think
About to make Stevie J off that tight ass mink
I'll rob Pun a gun, snatch his piece then run
nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon' catch me, son?

This serious
Being can make you delirious
So we rob and so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent, how it to rob an industry 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 Shocker right after the
And Will Smith and ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy the pound
Like you gimme the and you put the hot dog down

I it out been robbing Joe before
That's why his ass don't 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 Treach shit, I do my 'Dirt All By My
I should rob Clue, man, his did well
I wanna stick TQ but his ain't sell

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

Canibus wanna battle I'm sticking them up
Nigga get capped picking him up
Heavy to hide his shit, nigga 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 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 think that you would have these hits?
Did you ever think that I'd flash the
And walk off with your shit like it's

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

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

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

For real, yo, you what I'm saying?
Niggas got to get stuck up, just how it goes down
It don't 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 fucking
Track Masters fucking around
Cat ain't fucking around
The Rapper aint fucking around

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