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 gimme that beat fool
clik you been 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 dumb
Got robbed on the radio day public
The loved it it's not a game
Went solo on that ass but still the same

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

(hate me now-nas)
It's the I rob
The beats that I
The labels I
For 30 grand help you 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 killa ever signed 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 real 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
Shoot to
You like 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
you could escape, ha
'cause we 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
run around 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
at me wrong kid I put that thing to ya head
Sticky fingaz going for call the cops
Don't even talk to me about the shit you'll get shot

(play cease)
5 in the morning killas at ya door
Colt 4-4 I'm chalk on your floor
Find you up the block from ya house in the store
Work the beat pigeons and I'm bucking 'em all
Press ya and you'll fall
Neva seen nothing raw
I'm the world been waitin' for
Wait no
This shit can't take no more
been banned 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 niggas sweet even rob swizz beats
Nowadays gettin' 50 g's
Jack beat kid I did my track for free
Jerk you for ya pub I payin' a fee
I just it up on the mpc

(the party is goin' on here-busta rhymes)
as you live neva seen nothing this while
Took ya beat and flipped it right in my
Just payin' back niggas be 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 tumblin'
The end of the world is comin'
ya ass in the ground
Nothing to
the rules
Playin' for
I'ma shark in the waters it safe in the streets
fingaz and I'm jackin' for beats