Luyện nghe bài hát Robbery

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

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 face soldier
If rap don't work, get back to that soda

On the strip tryin' to more cake than Oprah
I got clips that'll you with ya face on a poster
I slick and I'm sprayin' the toaster
Sparkin' outs and start poppin' off shit the way I'm supposed to

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

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

It's like I ball and you, you play soft
Just call me the Hitler when I spit about off
rip ya face off, nigga ya heard me?
Beat you and blue like a Hitman jersey

P.C. been known to play games
I spray things that'll ya brain
I cock and aim, miss you, pop ya
Only reason that I came to lock the game

Yo, it's to die, who you gon' run to?
Who you gon' call when them dogs come you?
You stand or be the bitch that you is?
Would you grab the 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 or be the bitch that you is?
Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka,

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

They call me Alexander 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, they wonder why we with crooks
Shit is free, I see not used to money off the books
faggot nigga caught in a jukes
I'm a pirate in rap shit, I leave you niggas off the hook

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

'Lite never afraid, so keep lookin' niggas
'Cuz I'll rob yo' ass than some Brooklyn niggas
Yo this rap twisted, everybody beefin'
Everybody killas now and ain't nobody

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

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

It's to die, who you gon' run to?
Who you gon' call when them 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 niggas is really fuckin' me off
Who you run to?

Fuckin' you gon' go call when I put motherfuckin'
Fo' fo' in yo' motherfuckin' mouth, boy?
in yo' face
Who the you gon' call?
Call the