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

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

It's pitiful this 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 nose out of mine and I won't have to squeeze the two's

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

Fuck security, my bodyguard is my two
Knew I'd it big in due time
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 don't believe stink
Robbing niggas for everything but the sink
And all these whack want deals but no can do
Labels be like, don't us, we'll call you

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

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

Back in the days Sticky was stickin'
And strippin' and still gettin' figures
And whippin' niggas and flippin' niggas
I ran life 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 Trash true to the gritty and grime
I got a bone to a holdster with a shoulder grip
inside my leather camouflage so I can ride, notice it?

Don't tell nobody, but between me and you I put 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 gotta do it

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

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

You work, come see me son I'm takin' applications
You beat me join me save yourself the aggravation
You dead if you harm a hair on my head
My is goin' to cost you a arm and a leg

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

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

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, when I come do or die