Luyện nghe bài hát Robbery

Eh yo, eh yo, Ice
Don't get it twisted, we'll shoot yo' ass,

Y'all mothafuckas got about seconds to live

Yo, a new year, bitch, and I'm takin' over
My whole crew here, and the game is over
My niggas told me face this
If rap don't work, get back to that bakin'

On the strip to catch more cake than Oprah
I got clips that'll leave you with ya face on a
I talk slick and I'm the toaster
Sparkin' shoot outs and start poppin' off shit the way I'm to

You the type to go up North straight scrappin' a butt
And ain't nuttin' worse than gettin' as soon as you woke up
You got work? I'll be ya dolja
I'm takin' his pack and his back and makin' him throw up
'Cuz the draft's a bomb and I'm waitin' to blow up
I'll take cash on ya and turn her frame to donuts

Yo, yo, yo
Eh yo, I'm blazin' hot, haze or flop
Wanna battle? ya price, I'ma raise the pot
Put ya car on the line, I'ma take ya
Put ya jewels up, I'ma ya chain and watch

like I hard ball and you, you play soft
Just me the Hitler when I spit about eight off
Shots'll rip ya face off, nigga ya me?
Beat you and blue like a Hitman jersey

P.C. been known to play games
I spray that'll re-arrange ya brain
I cock and aim, miss you, pop ya
Only that I came through's to lock the game

Yo, it's time to die, who you run to?
Who you gon' call when them dogs come you?
You firm or be the bitch that you is?
Would you grab the or run into the pigs, you mothafucka, huh?

It's to die, who you gon' run to?
Who you call when them dogs come confront you?
You stand firm or be the that you is?
you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh?

Y'all niggas see me all of ya plate
Don't give a fuck about ya background, shit about the songs you
And I know you see the on the waist
Lookin' stupid with a vest on, these bullets draw on ya face

They call me Sean the Great
ya bitch said she love the way the dick talk all in the cake
I need this bank money, throw me the
All these killas involved, the cops'll fuck around and chalk the

Yo, they wonder why we hang crooks
Shit is take free, I see not used to off the books
faggot nigga caught in a jukes
I'm a pirate in this rap shit, I leave you off the hook

What the you gon' do when we run in ya crib?
Either we leavin' with the or we gon' leave with yo' kids
And we only got to live
So give up the ransom or find ass up under the bridge

'Lite never afraid, so keep lookin' niggas
'Cuz I'll rob yo' ass faster than some niggas
Yo this rap game twisted, everybody
Everybody killas now and ain't leakin'

a lot of weed so I don't like to fight
But I might go upside ya fuckin' head a pipe
Got a bulldog, not only do he bark he
a fuck about a hood, it ain't safe at night
You

Yo, it's time to die, who you run to?
Who you call when them dogs come confront you?
You stand firm or be the bitch you is?
Would you grab the or run to the pigs, you mothafucka, huh?

time to die, who you gon' run to?
Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront
You firm or be the bitch that you is?
you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh?

I'm you, man
motherfuckers, man
That is really fuckin' pissin' me off
Who you run to?

Fuckin' you gon' go call I put this motherfuckin'
Fo' fo' long in yo' motherfuckin' mouth,
in yo' face
Who the fuck you call?
the cops