Luyện nghe bài hát Jackin' for Beats '99

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

(jigga my nigga-jay-z)

What's my name

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 didn't know sticky fingaz on ya now
said you number 1 in the streets
That's why I'm for you first jackin' your beat
I took ya beat and rearranged it on some shit
Got robbed on the radio broad day
The loved it it's not a game
Went solo on that ass but it's the same

(holla rule)
Beat robba
rappers beats and make 'em hotta hotta
Stealin' all ya spins plus ya dollas
Killas if you feel me just folla (what, come on)
it to the streets hold ya gats and bust the heat
Even if it's off plate I gots to eat
I'm on some for no apparent 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 help you perform at the wake
ya life and everything I touch I take
Hate me now 'cause later gon be too
I you
I spit is controversial
I'm the illest they ever signed to universal
F the
I'm God son
As soon as they bet ya bottom dolla i'ma rob 'em

(how to cent)
My sticky turn fists across ya jaw
Beat ya ass in real at the source awards
The real fifty from brooklyn God he got outed
You a fake clown who front and rout about it
I got a new
For a few mil
to kill
You fruity like dru
You spare change you even half 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 that beat from the dirty south wasn't gon get raped, ha
And birds have sticky baby, ha
Dogs run around sticky crazy, ha
He ain't got no of sense, ha
No tellin' I do
Might even my own crew

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

(play cease)
5 o'clock in the morning at ya door
Colt 4-4 I'm puttin' on your floor
Find you up the from ya house dead in the store
Work the beat pigeons and I'm bucking 'em all
Press ya and you'll fall
Neva seen this raw
I'm what the world been for
no more
This wack shit can't no more
been 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)
Can't
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 ain't a fee
I just it up on the mpc

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