Luyện nghe bài hát Jackin' for Beats '99

* several different 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 robbed now
You didn't know sticky fingaz on ya now
Somebody said you number 1 in the
That's why I'm coming for you first jackin' beat
I ya beat and rearranged it on some dumb shit
Got robbed on the broad day public
The thugs loved it not a game
Went solo on that ass but it's the same

(holla rule)
robba robba
Jackin' rappers and make 'em hotta hotta
Stealin' all ya spins plus ya dollas
Killas if you feel me just folla folla (what, on)
Take it to the hold ya gats and bust the heat
Even if off your plate I gots to eat
I'm on some bullshit for no reason
I it wit y'all I'm ready to die breathin'

(hate me now-nas)
It's the I rob
The beats that I
The I snake
For 30 grand you perform at the wake
Touch ya life and everything I touch I
Hate me now 'cause gon be too late
I you
Everything I is controversial
I'm the illest killa ever signed to universal
F the
I'm God son
As soon as 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 bless he got
You just a fake who front and rout about it
I got a new
For a few mil
Shoot to
You fruity like dru
You spare 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 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 got no type of sense, ha
No tellin' I do
Might jack my own crew

(throw ya gunz-onyx)
The take 'em out bring 'em out dead
Comin' at me wrong kid I put that thing to ya
fingaz 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 killas at ya
4-4 I'm puttin' chalk on your floor
Find you up the block ya house dead in the store
the beat like pigeons and I'm bucking 'em all
Press ya and you'll fall
Neva nothing this raw
I'm the world been waitin' for
Wait no
This wack shit can't take no
been banned the streets should've made it a law

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

(the party is on over here-busta rhymes)
Long as you live seen nothing this while
Took ya beat and flipped it in my style
Just payin' back be bitin' my style
And if it's dead in the crowd I put some life in the
gift to the underground
Running 'em
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 waters it ain't in the streets
fingaz and I'm jackin' for beats