Luyện nghe bài hát How To Rob An Industry Nigga

The art of getting
is how we do Brooklyn style, boy
You know what I'm

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

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

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

Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga
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 being broke is being in
An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as
I'd rob O.D.B. but that'd be a waste of
Probably have to clap him, run and toss the

I'd follow Fox in the for four blocks
Plotting to her for that rock Kurupt copped
What, Jigga just sold like 4
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 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 'bout to stick Rick for all that old school shit
Right now I'm bent and when I get like this, I think
About to make Stevie J off that tight ass mink
I'll rob Pun without a gun, snatch his then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he catch me, son?

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

This 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?

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

I it out been robbing Joe before
That's why his ass wanna be a playa 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 that shit, I do my 'Dirt All By My Lonely'
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did
I wanna stick TQ but his shit sell

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

Canibus battle while I'm sticking them up
Nigga get capped picking him up
Heavy tried to his shit, nigga try to stall ya
He "Why you robbing me
I got 'Nuttin But for ya

Caught Juvenile for his Money piece
Told him I 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 take off shine

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

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

I had Busta and the Flipmode on the floor
He asked me if I had enough, I him 'Gimme Some More'
Is you feeling Then wait for the sequel
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for God's People

ain't serious
Being broke can make you
So we rob and so our ones can be bigger
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 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 fucking
Track Masters fucking around
Crazy Cat ain't around
The Madd aint fucking around

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