Luyện nghe bài hát Industry Shakedown

"industry shakedown"
I this one
The shakedown
up
Uh huh
"industry shakedown"
Now the I call it... the industry shakedown
Is 'cause alot of niggas have up
"word up, shakedown"
Now what I mean by up is
don't wanna see the game played right
"word up, up"
So me and my nigga pete
Gon show how to play the game right
"get for the industry shakedown"
"word up, up"
up, word up"

1]
Uh, uh
I can't rockin I was born to keep it hot
Fought miles of pain just to get what I got
Without crying, mad shots without dying
Man they know when I'm in town mad start flyin
Who thought that I would be dealt the hand
That would me the most feared lyrical man
Ask tone how it not to be able to sleep
I was layin on him in his dream on the heat
I the pressure on him, now, I'm universal
Now he played this money game hand, reversal
I remember I thought that I could rock at def jam
While I was watching other niggas caught up in a def
I remember when I stepped to lyor, I blown him
'cause that cracker been a crook, since I first known him
I'd sale to atlantic
But there's niggas workin for 'em sink the whole label
the fucking titanic
What I do is run some dick up in sylvia rhone
So she can hear rockin on this microphone
I can elektra - fy her brain
Show her how I take and turn it to pain
I never an ass kisser
I it if it's right, if rappers ain't gay or dikes
they unpluggin your mic
My shit is cordless, I'm thugged out and as shit
And I'm comin for my crown, it's bumpy knuckles
And it's...
The industry

"word up, up"
Ha!
"word up, up"
"ready for the shakedown"
Yeah!
"word up, up"
"industry shakedown"
"word up, up"
That's right
Me and my pete rock gon show you motherfuckers how to shake it down
You ready for this check it out

2]
When I spit hot potato, I was peepin boy
But wanna be the the next act that they would destroy
See labels be all on dick, when they see you have some paper
But I flip the game, 'cause I the capers
Got way nut, than date rapers
You better be tryin to get yourself an
Way on top of that
I the ruckus, your money lookin proper
Have you ever stuck up by a hardcore hip hopper
Forgot ya to cappa, a real donnie brasco
A nigga wit mics and recorders, all up in his asshole
of police, I found a interscope
And when I looked through the what I saw was dope
I saw a new nigga, sittin a big desk
Wit a big and a big chest
And a big belly, talkin on a
Hatin real players, cuttin niggas
Like he was tryin to be the
Then some niggas in, punched him in his mouth
Threw him on the floor and started stompin him out
Screamin steve stoute, serve street justice
on the floor wit your lip all busted
You out like a pussy, fuck the dough you got
'cause wit all that money nigga, you still buy a heart
Only gangstas play the
I'm still around, to bring you, the industry

Ha!
"word up, up"
To the pete rock, and you stop
To the pete rock, and you don't
My nigga rock, and you don't stop

3]
I never felt like I should have to back anything I say
So I make the kinda red alert don't play
Because I flow too hard, my voice is
Or maybe your crate needs renovatin, I'm to hatin
why I'm hockey on you niggas, stickin and skatin
I heard about the blaze battle, they me to be in it
But to not consider me one of the 50
So I reviewed my tapes, figured my
Sat and thought for a minute, grabbed the phone and said
I less records than some niggas out wit a deal
more cash and all my diamonds is real
And you me to battle for a rolie, that i'ma take anyway
Better me the fuck alone bumpy knucks don't play
It made me when I think about how gary harris
Tried to play me got fired and all fuckin embarrassed
Fly is that he saw me, wit a smile, at a club
Reached to shake my hand and, brought back a nub
All them temporary will be filled time again
You can hate me now but I will rhyme
Fall down climb again, wild, more corrupt
Still spittin more shit, more fire, abrupt
And I'll put my two guns down
Why's
'cause I need 'em... for the industry

"word up, up"
C'mon!
"word up, up"
Yeah!
"industry shakedown"
right
That's what the fuck I call, a industry
"word up, up"
And it's a lotta motherfuckers out that I didn't name in this
song but I tell you this much
"get ready for the shakedown"
Don't think I motherfuckers, 'cause I reserve my options
It's knuckles baby, ha
"word up, up"
And the chocolate boy
I show you a fast way, to six feet