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

You recognize, nigga, I'm straight from the street
These industry niggaz starting to look like 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 pressure, son, it ain't even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of Whitney money

Brian McKnight, I can get that anytime
Have Keith sweating, staring down the barrel from my
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 mean 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 that'd be a of time
Probably to clap him, run and toss the nine

I'd follow Fox in the drop for four
Plotting to juice her for that rock Kurupt
What, just sold like 4 mil'?
He got something to for
Don't want no nigga four thru that Bentley Coupe door

I'll man handle Mariah like bitch, get on the
You ain't with Tommy no more, who gonna you now?
I scheming Tone and Poke since 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 Slick Rick for all that old shit
Right now I'm and when I get like 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 weigh 400 pounds, how he gon' catch me, son?

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

This serious
Being broke can you delirious
So we rob and steal so our can be bigger
50 Cent, how it to rob an industry nigga?

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

I figured it out been 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 get down, well, you tell, homey
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my All By My Lonely'
I should rob Clue, man, his did well
I stick TQ but his shit ain't sell

I hit the studios, take shit and
Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass
Tell Sticky, gimme the cash before I three
beat your ass like that white boy on MTV

Canibus wanna while I'm sticking them up
get capped 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 Money piece
Told him I want it all, he said, "Even my teeth?"
I Blackstreet on a back street 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 ever that I'd flash the nine
And walk off with your shit like it's

I'ma keep sticking niggas I'm livid
rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that like Robyn Givens
I'm hungry for real, I'm' bout to stick C
That still eating off Big's first LP

I had Busta and the Flipmode on the floor
He asked me if I had enough, I told him 'Gimme More'
Is you feeling this? Then wait for the
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing People

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

For real, yo, you know 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 it I want it

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

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