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 too high, this nigga right here too fly
Right now I just might rob me a

1: Freddie Gibbs]
The liquor got me and looking for a lame nigga
To set up for my lick
In the Chevy, to roll up the stress, with a Tec
And what he got on his neck, got him a death
It's funny cause he used to be my nigga tho
We was bread, flipping bricks like a year ago
Shit can get into a nigga's head his digits low
Make you wanna send one of friends to his funeral
me and him was never friends in the first place
Don't mean a 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
Money talk and bullshit gon walk a
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 with the K's
I tryna do a lick of time
Spend all my 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 84 elbows of blue fire
In the basement, still think basic
Thinkin' I'm a up and erase 'em, but I ain't gonna chase 'em
I'm a be up in his waiting
"Bitch where the I can taste it"
Put em on their face: what you know kidnapping
And holding a whole family for ransom?
When your stomach empty it's easy to it
Got me out here taking them chances
"Born in this world of tears, die laughing"
Put that on the headpiece right my casket
in the game, my batteries still lastin
Bout to put some gas up in my Classic

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

[Verse 2: Boy]
As I at the charm, thinking of a strong arm
his watch as he reachin for his car alarm
Bet this round drum pussy nigga thinkin twice
he try to run, shots spit, and the cops come
All they seen was my golds and a black
the car round the corner, tinted up with no tags
All these 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 rolex?
You can either get your life or watch back
I'm a shoot you point blank, I'm just you think
You can take it as a loss, you can get it
Nigga, and get shot, that's the street code
I'm you there, do you, that's how the shit go
Just episode, A-K explode
In his head, left a hole
Be a shamed if you died over fake
But a lesson, if you out here on some fake shit
Come and robbin everyday, the young nigga hungry
They be for a quarter brick
Know they kill a whole fam for the whole
All the up in Gary on the same thang
All the little scrap, so they look plain
Gun shots rang out, nigga, see
We be so much, now the shit fun
We be lookin for your shit fore shit come
eight hours, nigga round my way
Everyday nigga like a sitcom
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