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 that OD
Aiyyo, the bottom is I'ma crook with a deal
If my record don't sell, I'ma rob and

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

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

Brian McKnight, I can get nigga anytime
Have sweating, staring down 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 broke is being in jail
An entertainer can't bail if he broke as hell
I'd rob O.D.B. but be a waste of time
have to clap him, run and toss the nine

I'd follow Fox in the drop for blocks
to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped
What, Jigga just sold like 4
He got to live for
Don't want no nigga putting four that Bentley Coupe door

I'll man handle Mariah bitch, get on the ground
You ain't with Tommy no more, who gonna protect you
I been scheming and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum shit 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 and when 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, his piece then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he catch me, son?

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

This ain't
Being broke can you delirious
So we rob and so our ones 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 the cash and you put the hot dog down

I figured it out been robbing Joe
That's why his ass don't 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 get down, well, you tell, homey
I'm on Treach shit, I do my 'Dirt All By My Lonely'
I rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I stick TQ but his shit ain't sell

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

Canibus wanna battle while I'm them up
get capped coroners picking him up
Heavy tried to his shit, nigga 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 street in a black jeep
We at a time, get out and take off your

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

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

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

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

For real, yo, you what I'm saying?
Niggas got to get stuck up, that's just how it goes
It matter 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 fucking
Track Masters ain't around
Crazy Cat ain't fucking
The Madd Rapper aint fucking

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