Luyện nghe bài hát Robbery

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

Y'all got about fifteen seconds to live

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

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

You the type to go up North straight a sore 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 like a bomb and I'm waitin' to up
I'll take cash on ya mom's and her frame to donuts

Yo, yo, yo
Eh yo, I'm hot, never haze or flop
Wanna battle? Name ya price, raise the pot
Put ya car on the line, I'ma take ya
Put ya jewels up, I'ma take ya and watch

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

P.C. never been known to games
I spray things that'll re-arrange ya
I and aim, miss you, pop ya dame
Only reason that I came through's to lock the

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

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

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

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

Yo, wonder why we hang with crooks
Shit is free, I see not used to money off the books
Broke nigga caught in a jukes
I'm a in this rap shit, I leave you niggas off the hook

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

'Lite never been afraid, so lookin' niggas
'Cuz I'll rob yo' ass than some Brooklyn niggas
Yo rap game twisted, everybody beefin'
Everybody killas now and nobody leakin'

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

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

It's time to die, who you run to?
Who you gon' call them dogs come confront you?
You stand or be the bitch that you is?
Would you grab the 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 when I put motherfuckin'
Fo' fo' long in yo' mouth, boy?
Shot in yo'
Who the fuck you gon'
the cops