Luyện nghe bài hát How To Rob An Industry Nigga

The art of robbed
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 sell, I'ma rob and steal

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

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

Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga
Have Keith sweating, staring down the from my nine
Since these Harlem niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell man
Betha, haha, come 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 be a waste of time
Probably have to clap him, run and toss the

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

man handle Mariah like bitch, get on the ground
You ain't with Tommy no more, who gonna protect you
I been scheming Tone and Poke since found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum around me

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

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

This ain't
broke 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 P and Silkk, The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy with the
you gimme the cash 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 'em, shoulda had his gat with him
DMX get down, well, you tell, homey
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
Sticky, gimme the cash before I empty three
I'll beat ass like that white boy on MTV

Canibus wanna battle while I'm them up
Nigga get coroners picking him up
Heavy to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya
He said "Why you 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 your

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

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

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

ain't 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?

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

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