Luyện nghe bài hát Jackin' for Beats '99

* several 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 get it right
Rappers better that beat fool
Clik clik you been now
You didn't sticky fingaz on ya track now
Somebody said you number 1 in the
That's why I'm coming for you first your beat
I took ya beat and it on some dumb shit
Got on the radio broad day public
The thugs it it's not a game
Went solo on that ass but it's the same

(holla rule)
Beat robba
Jackin' rappers beats and 'em hotta hotta
Stealin' all ya spins plus ya 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 want it wit I'm ready to die breathin'

(hate me now-nas)
It's the I rob
The beats that I
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 ever to universal
F the
I'm God son
As soon as they blink bet ya bottom i'ma rob 'em

(how to cent)
My sticky fingaz fists across ya jaw
ya ass in real life at the source awards
The real from brooklyn God bless he got outed
You just a fake clown who front and about it
I got a new
For a few mil
to kill
You like dru hill
You change you ain't even half a man 'cause
of fact 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 thought that beat from the dirty wasn't gon get raped, ha
And wanna 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 original take 'em out 'em out dead
Comin' at me wrong kid I put thing to ya head
Sticky fingaz going for self call the
Don't even talk to me about the onyx you'll get shot

(play cease)
5 o'clock in the killas at ya door
Colt 4-4 I'm chalk on your floor
Find you up the block from ya house dead in the
Work the beat like pigeons and I'm 'em all
ya luck and you'll fall
Neva seen this raw
I'm the world been waitin' for
Wait no
This wack shit can't take no
Should've been banned the should've made it a law

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

(the party is goin' on over rhymes)
Long as you live neva seen nothing while
Took ya and flipped it right in my style
Just payin' niggas be bitin' my style
And if it's in the crowd I put some life in the crowd
gift to the underground
Running 'em
Fucking 'em
be tumblin' down
The end of the is comin' around
Throw ya ass in the
Nothing to
Changing the
for keeps
I'ma in the waters it ain't safe in the streets
fingaz and I'm jackin' for beats