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 better get it
better gimme that beat fool
Clik you been robbed now
You know sticky fingaz on ya track now
Somebody said you number 1 in the
That's why I'm for you first jackin' your beat
I took ya and rearranged it on some dumb shit
Got robbed on the broad day public
The loved it it's not a game
Went solo on that ass but it's still the

(holla rule)
Beat robba
rappers beats and make 'em hotta hotta
Stealin' all ya spins 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 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 help you perform at the wake
ya life and everything I touch I take
Hate me now later gon be too late
I you
I spit is controversial
I'm the illest killa ever signed to universal
F the
I'm God son
As as they blink bet ya bottom dolla i'ma rob 'em

(how to cent)
My fingaz turn fists across ya jaw
Beat ya ass in real at the source awards
The real fifty from brooklyn God he got outed
You just a fake who front and rout about it
I got a new
For a few mil
to kill
You fruity like dru
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 thought I get yo cake, ha
You that beat from the dirty south wasn't gon get raped, ha
And wanna have sticky baby, ha
Dogs run stayin' sticky crazy, ha
He got no type of sense, ha
No what I do
Might 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 call the cops
even talk to me about the onyx shit you'll get shot

(play cease)
5 o'clock in the morning killas at ya
Colt 4-4 I'm puttin' chalk on floor
Find you up the block from ya house in the store
Work the beat like and I'm bucking 'em all
Press ya luck and fall
Neva seen nothing raw
I'm what the world been for
Wait no
wack shit can't 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 niggas sweet even rob swizz beats
producers gettin' 50 g's
Jack 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 nothing this while
Took ya and flipped it right in my style
Just payin' back niggas be my style
And if it's in the crowd I put some life in the crowd
God's to the underground
Running 'em
'em down
Empires be down
The end of the world is comin'
ya ass in the ground
Nothing to
Changing the
Playin' for
I'ma shark in the waters it safe in the streets
Sticky fingaz and I'm for beats