Luyện nghe bài hát Licken Off in Hip-Hop

To my in the 212 and 310
in the 305 and 404
Niggas in the 713 and 201, 312, 911

It's Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
Sticky Fingaz, off in hip-hop
Sticky, Sticky Fingaz, licken off in
Every I kick is a gunshot

My heart bleeds for you, so don't waste your
I'm 175 in dog years
My block's so hot step outside and get
Unless you talkin' or money I'm unconcerned

I live for now because my days is
I got a six shot revolver, the barrel on my gun turn
I'm an accident just waitin' to happen
A nigga fuck, my killas in the cut waitin' to 'em

It's this game is too political, critical
But let's not about the big I's and the little U's
Niggas wouldn't be confused if they their P's and Q's
Keep your nose out of and I won't have to squeeze the two's

And cock the glock, what's that
Everybody know Sticky be puttin' it
So watch out watch out, niggas better a path
Think I'm scared to 'cause I'm doing flicks on Miramax
And New

security, my bodyguard is my two nines
Knew I'd make it big in due
My lie when my lips move
Gun in my crotch my leg is a pistol, who wanna get shot?

I smell 'em for myself I don't believe shit stink
Robbing niggas for everything but the kitchen
And all these whack want deals but no can do
Labels be like, call us, we'll call you

It's Sticky Fingaz, off in hip-hop
Sticky Fingaz, off in hip-hop
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in
Every [Incomprehensible] I kick is a

Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
Sticky Fingaz, off in hip-hop
Sticky, Sticky Fingaz, licken off in
Every [Incomprehensible] I kick is a

Back in the days Sticky was stickin'
And strippin' niggas and still gettin'
And pistol whippin' and flippin' niggas
I ran with life bidders and ice

Now if this life fit us in Vegas with strippin' white bitches
But that's just a deep thought in the back of my
I'm Black Trash true to the streets and grime
I got a bone to pick a holdster with a grip
Concealed inside my leather camouflage so I can ride, it?

Don't tell nobody, but me and you I put three in you
Add you and ya to the M E N U
I got bloopers of ya and I draw it myself
You the job done right you gotta do it yourself

My code defendin' my conscience, my mind afflicted monsters
Kill a nigga nonsense for five cents
You a glutton for punishment, I'm the nigga runnin'
Yo breath stank that cause you be a ton of shit

You take me out, forget about it
in front of ya house, forget about it
Y'all niggas don't want no war, about it
I'll bring it to front door and you won't do shit about it

You need work, come see me son I'm takin'
You can't beat me join me save yourself the
You dead if you harm a single hair on my
My payback is to cost you a arm and a leg

Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in
Sticky, Sticky Fingaz, off in hip-hop
Every I kick is a gunshot

It's Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
Sticky, Sticky Fingaz, off in hip-hop
Every [Incomprehensible] I is a gunshot

You can run but you can't hide, I come it's do or die
Point guns to the sky, put 'em up real high
You can run but you can't hide, I come it's do or die