Luyện nghe bài hát Rob Me a Nigga

[Featuring: Boy & Big K.R.I.T.]

Freddie Gibbs]
Rob me a
Rob me a, rob me a
the bills too high, this nigga right here too fly
Right now I might rob me a nigga

1: Freddie Gibbs]
The liquor got me lurking and for a lame nigga
To set up for my lick
In the Chevy, about to up the stress, with a Tec
And he got on his neck, got him a death wish
It's kinda funny cause he used to be my tho
We was breaking bread, bricks like a year ago
Shit can get a nigga's head when his digits low
Make you wanna send one of your to his funeral
Maybe me and him was never friends in the place
Don't mean a thing we share the same birthplace
Same city, same hood, but we down to kill each other for a
Cause we want it in the way
Money and bullshit gon walk a marathon
And I ain't scared of killed cause I'm getting mine
And if ever try to raid, I'm a hit the fuckin pigs with the K's
I ain't do a lick of time
all my last money, the bills too high
His jewelry, his whip game, the too fly
I'm thinking murder every time we cruise by
Heard he got like 84 elbows of blue
In the basement, muthafuckas still basic
Thinkin' I'm a show up and erase 'em, but I ain't gonna 'em
I'm a be up in his crib
"Bitch where the cash? I can it"
Put em on their face: you know about kidnapping
And holding a whole family for ransom?
When stomach empty it's easy to understand it
Got me out here them penitentiary chances
"Born in this world of tears, die laughing"
Put that on the headpiece right above my
Still in the game, my still lastin
Bout to put some gas up in my Classic

Freddie Gibbs]
Rob me a
Rob me a, rob me a
Bills too high, this nigga here too fly
Right now I might rob me a nigga

[Verse 2: Boy]
As I look at the charm, thinking of a arm
Seen his watch as he reachin for his car
Bet hundred round drum pussy nigga thinkin twice
Fore he try to run, shots spit, and the cops
All they seen was my and a black mask
Throw the car the corner, tinted up with no tags
All these niggas wanna flash, I'm a put it to ass
the K out, ask a nigger, "Where da sack at? "
Get hit, you wanna die for that
You can either get your life or that back
I'm a shoot you point blank, I'm hoping you think
You can take it as a loss, you can get it
Nigga, and get shot, that's the street code
I'm leave you there, do you, that's how the go
Just another episode, A-K
In his head, a smoke hole
Be a shamed if you died over fake
But a lesson, if you out here on some fake shit
Come and robbin everyday, know the young nigga
They be murkin for a brick
Know kill a whole fam for the whole thang
All the shooters up in Gary on the same
All the homies scrap, so they look plain
Gun rang out, nigga, see flames
We be so much, now the shit fun
We be lookin for your shit fore shit come
Forty eight hours, nigga my way
Everyday lookin like a sitcom
In this of lose or draw nigga
You can be the one that get
Or be the one to rob a
But we all eat, so we get no sleep
We gon wait it out and a nigga