Luyện nghe bài hát How To Rob An Industry Nigga

The art of robbed
This is how we do style, boy
You know I'm saying?

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 don't sell, 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 ass down to the nearest 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 ain't funny
I'm about to Bobby for some of that Whitney money

Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga
Have sweating, staring down the barrel from my nine
Since these Harlem World seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan him, "Tell your 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 make if he broke as hell
I'd rob O.D.B. but that'd be a of time
Probably have to clap him, run and toss the

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

I'll man Mariah like bitch, get on the ground
You ain't Tommy no more, who gonna protect you now?
I been scheming Tone and Poke they found me
Steve know not to that platinum shit 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
to make Stevie J take 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 broke can you delirious
So we rob and steal so our can be bigger
50 Cent, how it to rob an industry nigga?

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

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

I figured it out been robbing Joe
That's why his ass don't wanna be a no more
Mad at you, I'm J.D.
you, pay me

Had Da Brat with 'em, had his gat with him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell,
I'm on Treach shit, I do my 'Dirt All By My Lonely'
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 empty
I'll beat your ass like that boy on MTV

wanna battle 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 'Nuttin But for ya

Caught for his Cash Money piece
Told him I 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 ever that you would be this rich?
Did you ever think that you have these hits?
Did you ever think that I'd flash the
And walk off with your shit like mine?

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

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

This serious
Being broke can you delirious
So we rob and so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent, how it to rob an industry nigga?

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

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

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