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 that OD
Aiyyo, the bottom line is I'ma with a deal
If my record sell, I'ma rob and steal

You better recognize, nigga, I'm from the street
These industry niggaz starting to look something to eat
I'll 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 bounce with all your
When I apply pressure, son, it even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney

Brian McKnight, I can get that anytime
Have Keith sweating, staring down the from my nine
Since Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell man
Mason Betha, haha, come up of watch now
I right now"

The only for being broke is being in jail
An entertainer can't make 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 for four blocks
Plotting to juice her for that Kurupt copped
What, Jigga sold like 4 mil'?
He got something to for
want no nigga putting four thru that Bentley Coupe door

I'll man Mariah like bitch, get on the ground
You ain't with Tommy no more, who gonna you now?
I been scheming Tone and Poke they 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 Slick Rick for all that old school shit
Right now I'm bent and when I get this, I don't think
About to make J take off that tight ass mink
rob Pun without a gun, snatch his piece then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon' catch me,

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

This ain't
Being broke can make you
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 Smith and Jada ass down in
Run up on and Missy with the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog

I it out been robbing Joe before
That's why his ass don't 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 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 and RZA for them funny ass rings
Tell Sticky, gimme the cash before I three
I'll your ass like that white boy on MTV

Canibus wanna battle while I'm sticking up
Nigga get coroners picking 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
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 take off shine

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

I'ma keep sticking until I'm livid
I'll rob Boys II Men I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash Robyn Givens
I'm hungry for real, I'm' bout to Mister C
That nigga still off Big's first LP

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

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

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 don't matter, if you got it and I it I want it

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

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