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
Cause the bills too high, this nigga right too fly
Right now I just rob me a nigga

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

[Hook: Freddie
Rob me a
Rob me a, rob me a
Bills too high, nigga right here too fly
now I just might rob me a nigga

[Verse 2: Alley
As I look at the charm, of a strong arm
Seen his watch as he reachin for his car
Bet this hundred round drum pussy nigga twice
Fore he try to run, spit, and the cops come
All they was my golds and a black mask
the car round 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 blank, I'm just hoping you think
You can it as a loss, you can get it back
Nigga, and get shot, that's the street code
I'm leave you there, do you, how the shit go
Just another episode, A-K
In his head, a smoke hole
Be a shamed if you died fake shit
But that's a lesson, if you out here on some fake
Come and everyday, know the young nigga hungry
They be for a quarter brick
they kill a whole fam for the whole thang
All the shooters up in on the same thang
All the little homies scrap, so they look
Gun shots out, nigga, see flames
We be so much, now the shit fun
We be lookin for your shit fore shit come
Forty eight hours, round my way
Everyday nigga like a sitcom
In this game of or draw nigga
You can be the one that get
Or be the one to rob a
But we all gotta eat, so we get no
We gon wait it out and a nigga