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 labels get it right
Rappers better that beat fool
Clik you been robbed now
You didn't know sticky 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 rearranged it on dumb shit
Got robbed on the radio broad day
The thugs it it's not a game
Went solo on that ass but it's still the

(holla rule)
Beat robba
Jackin' rappers beats and make 'em hotta
Stealin' all ya spins plus ya dollas
Killas if you feel me just folla (what, come on)
Take it to the streets hold ya and bust the heat
Even if off your 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 I take
The labels I
For 30 grand help you 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 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 turn 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 rout it
I got a new
For a few mil
Shoot to
You fruity like dru
You spare change you 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 I wouldn't get yo cake, ha
You thought that beat from the dirty south gon get raped, ha
And wanna have sticky baby, ha
Dogs run around sticky crazy, ha
He ain't got no of sense, ha
No what I do
Might even jack my own

(throw ya gunz-onyx)
The original take 'em out bring 'em out
Comin' at me wrong kid I put thing to ya head
Sticky fingaz going for self the cops
Don't even talk to me the onyx shit you'll get shot

(play cease)
5 o'clock in the morning at ya door
4-4 I'm puttin' chalk on your floor
Find you up the block ya house dead in the store
Work the beat pigeons and I'm bucking 'em all
Press ya luck and you'll
seen nothing this raw
I'm what the world waitin' for
no more
This wack 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)
touch
All niggas sweet even rob swizz beats
producers gettin' 50 g's
Jack they beat kid I did my for free
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 seen nothing this while
ya beat and flipped it right in my style
Just back niggas be bitin' my style
And if it's dead in the crowd I put life in the crowd
gift to the underground
Running 'em
'em down
Empires be tumblin'
The end of the is comin' around
Throw ya ass in the
Nothing to
the rules
Playin' for
shark in the waters it ain't safe in the streets
Sticky fingaz and I'm for beats