Luyện nghe bài hát How To Rob An Industry Nigga

The art of getting
This is how we do style, boy
You what 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 with a deal
If my record sell, I'ma rob and steal

You recognize, nigga, I'm straight from the street
These industry niggaz to look like something to eat
snatch Kim and tell 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 with all your shit
I apply pressure, son, it ain't even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney

Brian McKnight, I can get that anytime
Have Keith sweating, staring the barrel from my nine
Since these World niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to tell 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 make bail if he broke 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 four
Plotting to her for that rock Kurupt copped
What, Jigga just like 4 mil'?
He got something to for
Don't want no nigga four thru that Bentley Coupe door

I'll man handle like bitch, get on the ground
You ain't with 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 to stick Slick 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 without a gun, snatch his piece run
This nigga 400 pounds, how he gon' catch me, son?

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

I'll catch P and Silkk, The Shocker right after the
And Will and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on and Missy with the pound
Like you 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 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 rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I stick TQ but his shit ain't sell

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

Canibus wanna battle while I'm them up
Nigga get coroners picking him up
Heavy tried to hide his shit, try to stall ya
He said "Why you me
I got 'Nuttin But for ya

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

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

I'ma keep sticking until I'm livid
I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael
Catch Tyson for half that like Robyn Givens
I'm hungry for real, I'm' bout to Mister C
That nigga still eating off Big's 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 get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's People

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

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

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

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