Luyện nghe bài hát Jackin' for Beats '99

* several different beats are used in this
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
better gimme that beat fool
Clik you been robbed now
You didn't know sticky fingaz on ya 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 broad day public
The thugs it it's not a game
Went solo on ass but it's still the same

(holla rule)
Beat robba
Jackin' rappers beats and make 'em hotta
Stealin' all ya spins ya dollas dollas
if you feel me just folla 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 bullshit 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 beats I take
The I snake
For 30 grand help you perform at the
Touch ya life and I touch I take
Hate me now 'cause later gon be too
I you
Everything I spit is
I'm the illest killa they ever 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
ya ass in real life at the source awards
The real fifty from brooklyn God bless he got
You just a fake clown who front and rout it
I got a new
For a few mil
to kill
You fruity dru hill
You spare change you ain't even a man 'cause
Matter of fact you ain't half the man ya moms was

(ha-juvenile)
Oh you you was safe, ha
Though you escape, ha
we label mates, ha
Oh you I wouldn't get yo cake, ha
You thought that beat from the dirty south gon get raped, ha
And birds have sticky baby, ha
Dogs run stayin' sticky crazy, ha
He ain't got no of sense, ha
No what I do
even jack my own crew

(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 self call the
even talk to me about the onyx shit you'll get shot

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

(what ya want-eve)
I'm for war
What ya niggas (what, what, what, bring it)
Can't
All y'all niggas even rob swizz beats
Nowadays gettin' 50 g's
Jack they beat kid I did my track for
you for ya pub I ain't payin' a fee
I loop it up on the mpc

(the party is on over here-busta rhymes)
Long as you live neva seen nothing this
Took ya and flipped it right in my style
Just payin' back niggas be bitin' my
And if it's dead in the crowd I put some in the crowd
God's to the underground
'em down
Fucking 'em
Empires be down
The end of the is comin' around
Throw ya ass in the
Nothing to
Changing the
for keeps
I'ma shark in the it ain't safe in the streets
Sticky fingaz and I'm jackin' for