Luyện nghe bài hát How To Rob An Industry Nigga

The art of robbed
This is how we do 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 with a deal
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 like to eat
I'll Kim and tell 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 up early and bounce with 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 down the from my nine
Since Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan him, "Tell your man
Mason Betha, haha, come up of that now
I mean now"

The only excuse for being broke is being in
An entertainer can't make bail if he as hell
I'd rob O.D.B. but be a waste of time
Probably 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, just sold like 4 mil'?
He got to live for
Don't want no nigga putting thru that Bentley Coupe door

man handle Mariah like bitch, get on the ground
You ain't with Tommy no more, who protect you now?
I been scheming Tone and Poke since found me
Steve 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
to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink
I'll rob Pun a gun, snatch his piece then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he catch me, son?

This ain't
Being broke can make you
So we rob and so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent, how it to rob an industry nigga?

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

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

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 with 'em, shoulda had his gat him
DMX get down, well, you tell, homey
I'm on Treach shit, I do my 'Dirt 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 funny ass rings
Tell Sticky, gimme the cash before I empty
I'll beat your ass like white boy on MTV

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

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

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

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

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

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

For real, yo, you know what I'm
Niggas got to get stuck up, that's how it goes down
It matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga
It matter, if you got it and I need it I want it

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

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