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 name

And who I'm wit
All my
Uh uh uh labels better get it
Rappers better gimme beat fool
clik you been robbed now
You know sticky fingaz on ya track now
said you number 1 in the streets
That's why I'm coming for you first jackin' your
I took ya beat and it on some dumb shit
Got robbed on the radio day public
The thugs loved it not a game
Went solo on that ass but still the same

(holla rule)
Beat robba
Jackin' rappers beats and make 'em hotta
all ya spins plus 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 bullshit for no apparent
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 help you perform at the wake
Touch ya life and everything I touch I
me now 'cause later gon be too late
I you
I spit is controversial
I'm the killa they ever signed to universal
F the
I'm God son
As soon as they blink bet ya bottom dolla 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 God bless he got outed
You just a clown who front and rout about it
I got a new
For a few mil
to kill
You fruity like dru
You change you ain't even half a man 'cause
Matter of you ain't even half the man ya moms was

(ha-juvenile)
Oh you you was safe, ha
Though you 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 around stayin' crazy, ha
He ain't got no of sense, ha
No what I do
Might even my own crew

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

(play cease)
5 o'clock in the morning 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 beat like pigeons and I'm 'em all
Press ya luck and you'll
seen nothing this raw
I'm what the world been for
Wait no
This 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)
Can't
All y'all niggas sweet rob swizz beats
Nowadays gettin' 50 g's
they beat kid I did my track for free
Jerk you for ya pub I ain't a fee
I loop it up on the mpc

(the is goin' on over here-busta rhymes)
Long as you live neva seen nothing this
Took ya beat and flipped it right in my
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
Fucking 'em
be tumblin' down
The end of the world is around
Throw ya ass in the
Nothing to
Changing the
for keeps
I'ma shark in the waters it ain't safe in the
Sticky fingaz and I'm jackin' for