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 better get it right
Rappers better gimme that beat
Clik you been robbed now
You know sticky fingaz on ya track now
Somebody you number 1 in the streets
That's why I'm coming for you first your beat
I took ya beat and rearranged it on some shit
Got on the radio broad 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 (what, come on)
Take it to the hold ya gats and bust the heat
if it's off your plate I gots to eat
I'm on some bullshit for no apparent
I it wit y'all I'm ready to die breathin'

(hate me now-nas)
It's the I rob
The beats I take
The labels I
For 30 help you perform at the wake
ya life and everything I touch I take
Hate me now later gon be too late
I you
Everything I is controversial
I'm the illest killa ever signed to universal
F the
I'm God son
As soon as they blink bet ya dolla i'ma rob 'em

(how to cent)
My sticky fingaz turn fists ya jaw
Beat ya ass in real life at the awards
The real fifty from brooklyn God bless he got
You just a 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 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 that beat from the dirty south wasn't gon get raped, ha
And birds wanna sticky baby, ha
Dogs run around stayin' crazy, ha
He got no type of sense, ha
No tellin' I do
even jack 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
Sticky fingaz going for self call the
Don't even talk to me the onyx shit you'll get shot

(play cease)
5 o'clock in the morning killas at ya
Colt 4-4 I'm chalk on your floor
you up the block from ya house dead in the store
Work the like pigeons and I'm bucking 'em all
ya luck and you'll fall
Neva nothing this raw
I'm what the world waitin' for
Wait no
This shit can't take no more
Should've been banned the should've made it a law

(what ya want-eve)
I'm for war
What ya niggas want (what, what, what, it)
Can't
All y'all niggas sweet even rob beats
producers gettin' 50 g's
Jack they beat kid I did my track for
you for ya pub I ain't payin' 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 right in my
Just payin' back niggas be bitin' my
And if it's dead in the I put some life in the crowd
God's gift to the
'em down
Fucking 'em
Empires be down
The end of the world is around
ya ass in the ground
Nothing to
Changing the
Playin' for
I'ma in the waters it ain't safe in the streets
Sticky fingaz and I'm jackin' for