Luyện nghe bài hát Jackin' for Beats '99

* different beats are used in this song
ice cube's "jacking for beats"

(jigga my nigga-jay-z)

What's my name

And who I'm wit
All my
Uh uh uh labels better get it
Rappers gimme that beat fool
clik you been robbed now
You didn't know sticky fingaz on ya now
Somebody said you number 1 in the
why I'm coming for you first jackin' your beat
I took ya beat and rearranged it on some shit
Got robbed on the radio broad day
The thugs loved it not a game
Went solo on that ass but it's still the

(holla rule)
Beat robba
Jackin' rappers beats and make 'em hotta
Stealin' all ya plus ya dollas dollas
Killas if you me just folla folla (what, come on)
Take it to the hold ya gats and bust the heat
if it's off your plate I gots to eat
I'm on bullshit for no apparent reason
I want it wit y'all I'm ready to die

(hate me now-nas)
the rappers I rob
The beats I take
The I snake
For 30 grand help you perform at the
Touch ya and everything I touch I take
me now 'cause later gon be too late
I you
Everything I is controversial
I'm the killa they ever signed to universal
F the
I'm God son
As soon as blink bet ya bottom dolla i'ma rob 'em

(how to cent)
My sticky fingaz fists across ya jaw
Beat ya ass in real at the source awards
The real from brooklyn God bless he got outed
You just a fake clown who and rout about it
I got a new
For a few mil
to kill
You fruity dru hill
You spare you ain't even half a man 'cause
Matter of fact you ain't even the man ya moms was

(ha-juvenile)
Oh you you was safe, ha
Though you escape, ha
'cause we mates, ha
Oh you thought I get yo cake, ha
You that beat from the dirty south wasn't gon get raped, ha
And wanna have sticky baby, ha
Dogs run around sticky crazy, ha
He ain't got no of sense, ha
No what I do
Might jack my own crew

(throw ya gunz-onyx)
The original take 'em out 'em out dead
at me wrong kid I put that thing to ya head
Sticky fingaz going for self the cops
Don't even talk to me about the shit you'll get shot

(play cease)
5 o'clock in the morning killas at ya
Colt 4-4 I'm puttin' chalk on floor
Find you up the block from ya house dead in the
Work the beat like and I'm bucking 'em all
ya luck and you'll fall
Neva seen this raw
I'm what the world waitin' for
Wait no
This shit can't take no more
Should've been banned the streets made it a law

(what ya want-eve)
I'm for war
What ya niggas (what, what, what, bring it)
touch
All y'all niggas even rob swizz beats
Nowadays producers 50 g's
Jack they beat kid I did my for free
Jerk you for ya pub I payin' a fee
I loop it up on the mpc

(the party is on over here-busta rhymes)
Long as you live neva seen nothing while
Took ya beat and flipped it right in my
payin' back niggas be bitin' my style
And if it's dead in the crowd I put some life in the
God's to the underground
Running 'em
Fucking 'em
Empires be tumblin'
The end of the world is around
ya ass in the ground
Nothing to
the rules
Playin' for
I'ma in the waters it ain't safe in the streets
Sticky fingaz and I'm jackin' for