Luyện nghe bài hát Rob Me a Nigga

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

[Hook: Gibbs]
Rob me a
Rob me a, rob me a
Cause the bills too high, this nigga right too fly
now I just might rob me a nigga

[Verse 1: Gibbs]
The liquor got me and looking for a lame nigga
To set up for my next
In the Chevy, about to roll up the stress, 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, flipping bricks like a ago
Shit can get into a nigga's head his digits low
Make you send one of your friends to his funeral
me and him was never friends in the first place
Don't a thing cause we share the same birthplace
Same city, same hood, but we down to each other for a dollar
we want it in the worst way
Money and bullshit gon walk a marathon
And I ain't scared of killed cause I'm getting mine
And if they ever try to raid, I'm a hit the fuckin with the K's
I ain't tryna do a of time
all my last money, the bills too high
His jewelry, his whip game, the too fly
I'm about murder every time we cruise by
Heard he got like 84 elbows of fire
In the basement, muthafuckas still think
Thinkin' I'm a show up and erase 'em, but I gonna chase 'em
I'm a be up in his crib
"Bitch the cash? I can taste it"
Put em on their face: what you know kidnapping
And a nigga's whole family for ransom?
When your stomach empty it's to understand it
Got me out taking them penitentiary chances
"Born in world of tears, will die laughing"
Put on the headpiece right above my casket
Still in the game, my still lastin
Bout to put some gas up in my Classic

[Hook: Gibbs]
Rob me a
Rob me a, rob me a
Bills too high, this nigga here too fly
Right now I just might rob me a

[Verse 2: Alley
As I at the charm, thinking of a strong arm
Seen his as he reachin for his car alarm
Bet this hundred drum pussy nigga thinkin twice
Fore he try to run, shots spit, and the cops
All they seen was my golds and a black
Throw the car round the corner, up with no tags
All these niggas flash, I'm a put it to they 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 watch 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, buck and get shot, that's the street
I'm leave you there, do you, that's how the go
Just episode, A-K explode
In his head, left a smoke
Be a shamed if you over fake shit
But a lesson, if you out here on some fake shit
Come and robbin everyday, the young nigga hungry
be murkin for a quarter brick
Know they a whole fam for the whole thang
All the shooters up in on the same thang
All the little homies scrap, so look plain
Gun shots out, nigga, see flames
We be takin so much, now the fun
We be lookin for your shit fore your shit
Forty eight hours, nigga my way
Everyday nigga lookin like a
In game 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 kill a