Luyện nghe bài hát How To Rob An Industry Nigga

The art of getting
is how we do Brooklyn style, boy
You know 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 I'ma crook a deal
If my record don't sell, rob and steal

You better recognize, nigga, I'm from the street
These industry starting to look like something to eat
snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?"
Get your ass down to the ATM

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

McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime
Have Keith sweating, staring down the 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 for being broke is being in jail
An entertainer make 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 four
Plotting to juice her for that rock Kurupt
What, Jigga just sold like 4
He got to live for
want no nigga putting four thru that Bentley Coupe door

I'll man handle 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 that platinum around me

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

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

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 nigga?

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

I figured it out been robbing Joe
That's why his ass don't 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 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 stick TQ but his shit sell

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

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

Caught Juvenile for his Money piece
him I want 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 think that you would have these hits?
Did you ever think that I'd the nine
And walk off with your shit like mine?

I'ma sticking niggas until I'm livid
rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Givens
I'm hungry for real, I'm' to stick Mister C
That nigga still off Big's 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 Then wait for the sequel
I get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's People

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

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

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