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 better get it right
Rappers better gimme beat fool
Clik you been robbed now
You didn't know fingaz on ya track now
Somebody said you 1 in the streets
That's why I'm coming for you first your beat
I took ya beat and rearranged it on dumb shit
Got robbed on the radio broad day
The thugs loved it not a game
Went solo on that ass but it's the same

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

(hate me now-nas)
the rappers I rob
The beats that I
The I snake
For 30 grand help you perform at the
Touch ya life and I touch I take
Hate me now later gon be too late
I you
Everything I spit is
I'm the illest killa they ever 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 turn across ya jaw
Beat ya ass in life 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 like dru
You spare change you even half a man 'cause
of fact you ain't even half 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 dirty south 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 what I do
Might even my own crew

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

(play cease)
5 o'clock in the morning at ya door
Colt 4-4 I'm puttin' chalk on your
Find you up the block from ya dead in the store
the beat like pigeons and I'm bucking 'em all
Press ya and you'll fall
seen nothing this raw
I'm the world been waitin' for
Wait no
This wack shit can't take no
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 sweet rob swizz beats
Nowadays producers 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 party is goin' on here-busta rhymes)
Long as you live neva seen nothing while
Took ya beat and flipped it in my style
Just payin' back be bitin' my style
And if it's dead in the crowd I put some in the crowd
God's gift to the
Running 'em
Fucking 'em
be tumblin' down
The end of the world is comin'
ya ass in the ground
Nothing to
Changing the
for keeps
I'ma in the waters it ain't safe in the streets
Sticky fingaz and I'm jackin' for