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, licken off in
[Incomprehensible] I kick is a gunshot

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

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

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

And cock the glock, that sound?
Everybody know Sticky be it down
So watch out watch out, niggas better a path
Think I'm scared to blast 'cause I'm doing 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 shit stink
niggas for everything but the kitchen sink
And all these whack want deals but no can do
be like, don't call us, we'll call you

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

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

Now wonder if life fit us in Vegas with strippin' white bitches
But that's just a deep thought in the of my mind
I'm Black Trash true to the streets and grime
I got a bone to pick a holdster with a shoulder
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 you gotta do it yourself

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

You take me out, forget about it
in front of ya house, forget about 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 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 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, licken off in
Every [Incomprehensible] I is a gunshot

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

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