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

My heart bleeds for you, so don't waste tears
I'm 175 in dog years
My block's so hot step and get sunburned
Unless you talkin' business or money I'm

I live for now my days is numbered
I got a six shot revolver, watch the on my gun turn
I'm like an accident just 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
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 the glock, what's that sound?
Everybody know Sticky be it down
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 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 believe shit
niggas for everything but the kitchen sink
And all whack rappers want deals but no can do
Labels be like, don't call us, we'll you

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

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

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

Don't 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 death and I it myself
You the job done right you gotta do it yourself

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

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

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

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

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