Luyện nghe bài hát How To Rob An Industry Nigga

The art of getting
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 that wanna OD
Aiyyo, the bottom line is crook with a deal
If my record sell, I'ma rob and steal

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

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

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

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

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

man handle Mariah like bitch, get on the ground
You ain't Tommy no more, who gonna protect you now?
I been scheming Tone and Poke since found me
Steve know not to wear 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 and when I get like this, I don't think
to make 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' catch me,

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

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

I figured it out robbing 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 with '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 should rob Clue, man, his shit did
I wanna stick TQ but his shit sell

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

Canibus wanna while I'm sticking them up
Nigga get capped coroners him up
tried to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya
He said "Why you me
I got But Love' 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 off your shine

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

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

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

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

For real, yo, you know what I'm
got to get stuck up, that's just how it goes down
It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular
It don't matter, if you got it and I it I want it

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

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