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
Every 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 step and get sunburned
Unless you talkin' or money I'm unconcerned

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now wonder if this life fit us in Vegas with white bitches
But just a deep thought in the back of my mind
I'm Black Trash to the streets gritty and grime
I got a bone to pick a with a shoulder grip
Concealed inside my 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 right you gotta do it yourself

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

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

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

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

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

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