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

My heart 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 business 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 like an accident just waitin' to
A fuck, my killas in the cut waitin' to clap 'em

pitiful this 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 won't have to squeeze the

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

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

Until I smell 'em for myself I don't 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 Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in
Sticky Fingaz, off in hip-hop
Every [Incomprehensible] I is a gunshot

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

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

Now wonder if this life fit us in Vegas with white bitches
But that's just a thought in the back of my mind
I'm Trash true to the streets gritty and grime
I got a to pick a holdster with a shoulder grip
Concealed my leather camouflage so I can ride, notice 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 death and I draw it
You want the job done right you gotta do it

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

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

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

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

It's Sticky Fingaz, licken off in
Sticky Fingaz, licken off in
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 your to the sky, put 'em up real high
You can run but you can't hide, when I it's do or die