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

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

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

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

And cock the glock, what's sound?
know Sticky be puttin' it down
So out watch out, niggas better clear a path
Think I'm to blast 'cause I'm doing flicks on Miramax
And New

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

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

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

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

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

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

tell nobody, but between 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 want the job right you gotta do it yourself

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

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

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

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

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

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