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
Right now I just rob me a nigga

[Verse 1: Gibbs]
The liquor got me lurking and looking for a nigga
To set up for my lick
In the Chevy, about to up the stress, with a Tec
And what he got on his neck, got him a death
It's kinda funny he used 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 never friends in the first
Don't a thing cause we share the same birthplace
Same city, same hood, but we to kill each other for a dollar
Cause we want it in the way
Money talk and bullshit gon walk a
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 do a lick of time
Spend all my money, the bills too high
His jewelry, his whip game, the too fly
I'm thinking about murder time we cruise by
Heard he got like 84 elbows of blue
In the basement, muthafuckas still think
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 I can taste it"
Put em on face: what you know about kidnapping
And holding a nigga's whole for ransom?
When your stomach empty it's easy to it
Got me out taking them penitentiary chances
"Born in this of tears, will die laughing"
Put on the headpiece right above my casket
in the game, my batteries still lastin
Bout to put some gas up in my Caprice

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

2: Alley Boy]
As I look at the charm, thinking of a arm
his watch as he reachin for his car alarm
Bet this hundred round drum pussy nigga thinkin
he try to run, shots spit, and the cops come
All they seen was my golds and a black
Throw the car round the corner, tinted up no tags
All niggas wanna 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 that watch
I'm a shoot you point blank, I'm just you think
You can take it as a loss, you can get it
Nigga, buck and get shot, the street code
I'm leave you there, do you, that's how the go
another episode, A-K explode
In his head, a smoke hole
Be a shamed if you over fake shit
But that's a lesson, if you out here on some shit
Come and robbin everyday, the young nigga hungry
They be murkin for a 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 look plain
Gun shots out, nigga, see flames
We be takin so much, now the fun
We be for your shit fore your shit come
eight hours, nigga round my way
Everyday lookin like a sitcom
In this game of lose or draw
You can be the one get robbed
Or be the one to rob a
But we all gotta eat, so we get no
We gon wait it out and kill a