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

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

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

Brian McKnight, I can get nigga anytime
Have Keith sweating, staring the barrel from my nine
Since these Harlem World seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell man
Mason Betha, haha, come up of that now
I mean 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
to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped
What, Jigga just sold 4 mil'?
He got something to for
Don't want no nigga putting four thru that Bentley Coupe

I'll man handle Mariah like bitch, get on the
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 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 I get like this, I don't think
About to make Stevie J off that tight ass mink
rob Pun without a gun, snatch his piece then run
This nigga 400 pounds, how he gon' catch me, son?

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

This serious
broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be
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 and Missy with the pound
you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog down

I figured it out been robbing Joe
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 Treach shit, I do my 'Dirt All By My
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did
I wanna TQ but his shit ain't sell

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

Canibus battle while I'm sticking them up
Nigga get capped coroners him up
Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to ya
He said "Why you me
I got But Love' for ya

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

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

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

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

This serious
broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry

For real, yo, you know I'm saying?
Niggas got to get stuck up, that's just how it goes
It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a nigga
It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I it

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

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