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 here too fly
Right now I might rob me a nigga

[Verse 1: Gibbs]
The got me lurking and looking for a lame nigga
To set up for my next
In the Chevy, to roll up the stress, with a Tec
And what he got on his neck, got him a death
It's kinda funny cause he to be my nigga tho
We was breaking bread, flipping bricks a year ago
can get into a nigga's head when his digits low
Make you wanna send one of your to his funeral
Maybe me and him was friends in the first place
mean a thing cause we share the same birthplace
Same city, hood, but we down to kill each other for a dollar
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 they ever try to raid, I'm a hit the pigs with the K's
I ain't tryna do a lick of
all my last money, the bills too high
His jewelry, his game, the wheels too fly
I'm thinking about every time we cruise by
he got like 84 elbows of blue fire
In the basement, muthafuckas think basic
Thinkin' I'm a show up and erase 'em, but I ain't gonna 'em
I'm a be up in his waiting
"Bitch where the cash? I can it"
Put em on their face: what you know about
And holding a whole family for ransom?
When your empty it's easy to understand it
Got me out taking them penitentiary chances
"Born in world of tears, will 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

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

[Verse 2: Alley
As I at the charm, thinking of a strong arm
Seen his as he reachin for his car alarm
Bet this round drum pussy nigga thinkin twice
Fore he try to run, shots spit, and the cops
All they seen was my golds and a 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 rolex?
You can get your life or that watch back
I'm a shoot you point blank, I'm hoping you think
You can it as a loss, you can get it back
Nigga, buck and get shot, the street code
I'm you there, do you, that's how the shit go
Just another episode, A-K
In his head, left a smoke
Be a if you died over fake shit
But that's a lesson, if you out on some fake shit
Come and robbin everyday, the young nigga hungry
They be for a quarter brick
Know kill a whole fam for the whole thang
All the shooters up in Gary on the thang
All the little homies scrap, so they plain
Gun rang out, nigga, see flames
We be takin so much, now the fun
We be lookin for shit fore your shit come
Forty eight hours, nigga my way
Everyday nigga lookin like a
In this game of lose or draw
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