Luyện nghe bài hát Jackin' for Beats '99

* several different beats are used in this
Like ice "jacking for beats"

(jigga my nigga-jay-z)

What's my name

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

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

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

(how to cent)
My sticky fingaz turn across ya jaw
Beat ya ass in life at the source awards
The real fifty from God bless he got outed
You just a fake clown who front and rout it
I got a new
For a few mil
Shoot to
You like 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
you could escape, ha
'cause we mates, ha
Oh you thought I get yo cake, ha
You thought that beat from the south wasn't gon get raped, ha
And birds wanna sticky baby, ha
Dogs run around stayin' crazy, ha
He ain't got no of sense, ha
No tellin' I do
even jack my own crew

(throw ya gunz-onyx)
The original take 'em out bring 'em out
at me wrong kid I put that thing to ya head
Sticky going for self call the cops
even talk to me about the onyx shit you'll get shot

(play cease)
5 o'clock in the morning at ya door
Colt 4-4 I'm chalk on your floor
Find you up the from ya house dead in the store
Work the like pigeons and I'm bucking 'em all
Press ya luck and fall
Neva seen this raw
I'm what the world waitin' for
no more
This wack can't take no more
Should've banned the streets should've made it a law

(what ya want-eve)
I'm for war
ya niggas want (what, what, what, bring it)
touch
All y'all niggas sweet even rob swizz
producers gettin' 50 g's
Jack they beat kid I did my for free
Jerk you for ya pub I ain't a fee
I loop it up on the mpc

(the is goin' on over here-busta rhymes)
Long as you live neva seen nothing this
Took ya beat and flipped it in my style
Just payin' back niggas be bitin' my
And if it's dead in the crowd I put some in the crowd
God's gift to the
'em down
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 shark in the waters it ain't in the streets
Sticky fingaz and I'm for beats