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 is I'ma crook with a deal
If my don't sell, I'ma rob and steal

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

I have of fucking an R an' B bitch
And I'll wake up early and bounce with all shit
When I apply pressure, son, it even funny
I'm to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money

Brian McKnight, I can get nigga anytime
Have Keith sweating, down the barrel from my nine
Since Harlem World niggaz 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 broke is being in jail
An entertainer can't make if he broke as hell
I'd rob O.D.B. but be a waste of time
Probably have to him, run and toss the nine

I'd follow Fox in the for four blocks
Plotting to juice her for that Kurupt copped
What, Jigga just like 4 mil'?
He got to live for
want no nigga putting 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 and Poke since they found me
Steve not to wear that 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 bent and when I get this, I don't think
About to make Stevie J take off that ass mink
I'll rob Pun without a gun, snatch his then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon' me, son?

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

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

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

I it out been robbing Joe before
That's why his ass don't wanna be a playa no
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 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, shit and leave
Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings
Tell Sticky, gimme the cash before I three
I'll beat your ass like white boy on MTV

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

Juvenile for his Cash Money piece
Told him I want it all, he said, "Even my teeth?"
I caught Blackstreet on a back in a black 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 I'd flash the nine
And walk off with your like it's mine?

keep sticking niggas until I'm livid
I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael
Catch Tyson for half that cash like 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 Flipmode on the floor
He me if I had enough, I told him 'Gimme Some More'
Is you feeling this? Then wait for the
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's

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

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

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

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