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 liquor got me lurking and looking for a lame
To set up for my lick
In the Chevy, about to roll up the stress, a Tec
And what he got on his neck, got him a death
It's kinda funny cause he used to be my tho
We was breaking bread, flipping bricks a year ago
Shit can get into a head when his digits low
you wanna send one of your friends 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 down to kill each for a dollar
Cause we want it in the way
Money talk and bullshit gon walk a
And I ain't scared of getting cause I'm getting mine
And if they try to raid, I'm a hit the fuckin pigs with the K's
I ain't tryna do a lick of
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 like 84 elbows of fire
In the basement, muthafuckas think basic
Thinkin' I'm a show up and erase 'em, but I ain't chase 'em
I'm a be up in his crib
"Bitch where the cash? I can it"
Put em on their face: you know about kidnapping
And holding a nigga's whole for ransom?
your stomach empty it's easy to understand it
Got me out here taking them penitentiary
"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 gas up in my Caprice Classic

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

[Verse 2: Boy]
As I look at the charm, of a strong arm
his watch as he reachin for his car alarm
Bet this hundred round pussy nigga thinkin twice
Fore he try to run, shots spit, and the come
All they seen was my golds and a black
Throw the car round the corner, up with no tags
All these niggas wanna flash, I'm a put it to ass
With the K out, ask a nigger, "Where da at? "
Get hit, you wanna die for that
You can either get your or that watch back
I'm a shoot you point blank, I'm just hoping you
You can take it as a loss, you can get it
Nigga, and get shot, that's the street code
I'm leave you there, do you, that's how the go
Just another episode, A-K
In his head, a smoke hole
Be a shamed if you died over fake
But that's a lesson, if you out here on some shit
and robbin everyday, know the young nigga hungry
They be murkin for a quarter
Know they kill a whole fam for the thang
All the shooters up in 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 for your shit fore your shit come
Forty eight hours, nigga my way
Everyday nigga like a sitcom
In this 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 it out and kill a nigga