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 niggas 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 from the
These industry niggaz starting to look something to eat
I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You see her again?"
Get your ass down to the ATM

I have dreams of 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 that Whitney

Brian McKnight, I can get nigga anytime
Have Keith sweating, staring the barrel from my nine
Since these Harlem World seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan him, "Tell your man
Mason Betha, haha, up of that watch now
I mean now"

The only excuse for being broke is in jail
An can't make bail if he broke as hell
I'd rob O.D.B. but that'd be a waste of
have to clap him, run and toss the nine

I'd follow Fox in the for four blocks
Plotting to juice her for that rock copped
What, Jigga just like 4 mil'?
He got to live for
Don't want no nigga putting 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 and Poke since they found me
know not to wear that platinum shit around me

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

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

ain't serious
Being can make 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 and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy with the
Like you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog

I figured it out 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 with 'em, shoulda had his gat him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell,
I'm on Treach shit, I do my 'Dirt All By My Lonely'
I rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I wanna stick TQ but his ain't sell

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

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

Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money
Told him I it all, he said, "Even my gold teeth?"
I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black
We at a time, get out and take off shine

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

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

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

ain't serious
Being broke can make you
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, just how it goes down
It don't matter if you an industry or a regular nigga
It don't matter, if you got it and I it I want it

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

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