Luyện nghe bài hát Jackin' for Beats '99

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

(jigga my nigga-jay-z)

What's my muthafuckin'

And who I'm wit
All my
Uh uh uh better get it right
Rappers better that beat fool
Clik clik you robbed now
You know sticky fingaz on ya track now
said you number 1 in the streets
That's why I'm coming for you first jackin' beat
I took ya beat and rearranged it on some shit
Got robbed on the broad day public
The thugs it it's not a game
Went solo on that ass but still the same

(holla rule)
Beat robba
rappers beats and make 'em hotta hotta
Stealin' all ya plus ya dollas dollas
Killas if you feel me folla folla (what, come on)
Take it to the streets ya gats and bust 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)
It's the I rob
The beats that I
The labels I
For 30 grand help you perform at the
Touch ya life and everything I touch I
Hate me now 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 as they blink bet ya bottom dolla i'ma rob 'em

(how to cent)
My sticky turn fists across ya jaw
Beat ya ass in real life at the awards
The real fifty brooklyn God bless he got outed
You just a fake who front and rout 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 half the man ya was

(ha-juvenile)
Oh you you was safe, ha
Though you escape, ha
we label mates, ha
Oh you thought I get yo cake, ha
You thought that beat from the dirty south gon get raped, ha
And wanna have sticky baby, ha
Dogs run stayin' sticky crazy, ha
He got no type of sense, ha
No what I do
Might even jack my own

(throw ya gunz-onyx)
The take 'em out bring 'em out dead
Comin' at me wrong kid I put that to ya head
fingaz going for self call 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' on your floor
Find you up the block from ya house dead in the
Work the beat like pigeons and I'm 'em all
Press ya luck and you'll
seen nothing this raw
I'm what the world been for
no more
This wack 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 want (what, what, what, it)
touch
All y'all niggas sweet rob swizz beats
Nowadays gettin' 50 g's
they beat kid I did my track for free
Jerk you for ya pub I ain't a fee
I just it up on the mpc

(the is goin' on over here-busta rhymes)
Long as you live neva seen this while
Took ya beat and it right in my style
Just payin' back niggas be my style
And if it's in the crowd I put some life in the crowd
God's gift to the
'em down
Fucking 'em
Empires be down
The end of the is comin' around
Throw ya ass in the
Nothing to
Changing the
Playin' for
I'ma shark in the waters it ain't safe in the
Sticky fingaz and I'm jackin' for