Luyện nghe bài hát Robbery

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

Y'all mothafuckas got fifteen seconds to live

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

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

You the type to go up North straight scrappin' a sore
And ain't nuttin' than gettin' shot as soon as you woke up
You got work? be rapin' ya dolja
I'm takin' his pack and breakin' his back and 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 turn her to donuts

Yo, yo, yo
Eh yo, I'm hot, never haze or flop
battle? Name ya price, I'ma raise 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 me the Hitler when I spit about eight off
rip ya face off, nigga ya heard me?
Beat you and blue like a Hitman jersey

P.C. never been known to play
I spray things that'll ya brain
I cock and aim, miss you, pop ya
reason that I came through's to lock the game

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

Y'all see me eatin' all of ya plate
give a fuck about ya background, shit about the songs 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 Sean the Great
'Cuz ya bitch said she love the way the talk all in the cake
I need this bank money, throw me the
All these killas involved, the fuck around and chalk the place

Yo, they wonder why we hang with
is take free, I see not used to money off the books
Broke faggot caught in a jukes
I'm a pirate in rap shit, I leave you niggas off the hook

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

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

Smoke a lot of so I don't like to fight
But I might go upside ya fuckin' head a pipe
Got a bulldog, not do he bark he bite
Give a fuck about a hood, it ain't safe at
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 that you is?
Would you grab the or run to the pigs, you mothafucka, huh?

It's time to die, who you 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?

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

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