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

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

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

(how to cent)
My sticky fingaz fists across ya jaw
Beat ya ass in real life at the source
The real fifty from brooklyn God bless he got
You just a fake clown who front and about it
I got a new
For a few mil
Shoot to
You fruity dru hill
You spare change you ain't half 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 thought that beat from the dirty wasn't gon get raped, ha
And birds wanna have baby, ha
Dogs run around 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
Sticky fingaz going for self call the
Don't even talk to me about the shit 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 block ya house dead in the store
Work the beat like and I'm bucking 'em all
ya luck and you'll fall
Neva nothing this raw
I'm what the been waitin' for
Wait no
This wack shit 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 (what, what, what, bring it)
touch
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 on over here-busta rhymes)
Long as you live seen nothing this while
Took ya beat and flipped it right in my
Just payin' back niggas be bitin' my
And if it's dead in the crowd I put life in the crowd
God's to the underground
Running 'em
'em down
Empires be tumblin'
The end of the is comin' around
ya ass in the ground
Nothing to
the rules
Playin' for
I'ma in the waters it ain't safe in the streets
Sticky fingaz and I'm jackin' for