Luyện nghe bài hát Licken Off in Hip-Hop

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

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

My heart bleeds for you, so waste your tears
I'm 175 in dog years
My block's so hot step and get sunburned
you talkin' business or money I'm unconcerned

I live for now my days is numbered
I got a six shot revolver, watch the 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 pitiful game is too political, critical
But let's not about the big I's and the little U's
wouldn't be confused if they 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 that
know Sticky be puttin' it down
So watch out 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
Knew I'd make it big in due
My only lie my lips move
Gun in my crotch my leg is a pistol, who wanna get shot?

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

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

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

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

Now wonder if this life fit us in Vegas strippin' white bitches
But that's a deep thought in the back of my mind
I'm Black Trash true to the streets gritty and
I got a to pick a holdster with a shoulder 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 of ya death and I draw it myself
You want the job done right you do it yourself

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

You can't me out, forget about it
in front of ya house, forget about it
Y'all niggas don't want no war, forget it
bring it to your 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 the aggravation
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, off in hip-hop
Sticky, Sticky Fingaz, licken off in
[Incomprehensible] I kick is a gunshot

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

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