Luyện nghe bài hát Jackin' for Beats '99

* several different 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 get it right
Rappers better gimme that fool
clik you been robbed now
You didn't know sticky on ya track now
Somebody you number 1 in the streets
That's why I'm for you first jackin' your beat
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 make 'em hotta
Stealin' all ya spins ya dollas dollas
Killas if you feel me just folla folla (what, on)
Take it to the streets hold ya gats and the heat
if it's off your plate I gots to eat
I'm on some bullshit for no reason
I want it wit y'all I'm to die breathin'

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

(how to cent)
My sticky fingaz fists across ya jaw
Beat ya ass in real life at the awards
The fifty from brooklyn God bless he got outed
You just a fake clown who front and about it
I got a new
For a few mil
Shoot to
You fruity dru hill
You spare change you ain't even 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 the dirty south wasn't gon get raped, ha
And wanna have sticky baby, ha
run around stayin' sticky crazy, ha
He ain't got no of sense, ha
No tellin' I do
Might jack my own crew

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

(play cease)
5 o'clock in the killas 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 beat like and I'm bucking 'em all
Press ya luck and fall
Neva seen this raw
I'm the world been waitin' for
no more
This shit can't take no more
Should've been the streets should've made it a law

(what ya want-eve)
I'm for war
What ya niggas (what, what, what, bring it)
Can't
All y'all niggas even rob swizz beats
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 party is on over here-busta rhymes)
as you live neva seen nothing this while
Took ya beat and it right in my style
Just payin' niggas be bitin' my style
And if it's in the crowd I put some life in the crowd
gift to the underground
Running 'em
'em down
Empires be down
The end of the is comin' around
Throw ya ass in the
to lose
Changing the
Playin' for
I'ma shark in the it ain't safe in the streets
Sticky and I'm jackin' for beats