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 crew here, bitch and the 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 leave you ya face on a poster
I talk slick and I'm the toaster
Sparkin' shoot outs and poppin' off shit the way I'm supposed to

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

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

It's like I hard and you, you play soft
Just call me the when 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 things that'll re-arrange ya brain
I and aim, miss you, pop ya dame
Only 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 them dogs come confront you?
You stand firm or be the bitch you is?
Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka,

Y'all niggas see me all of ya plate
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 bank money, throw me the
All these involved, the cops'll fuck around and chalk the place

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

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

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

Smoke a lot of so I don't like to fight
But I might go upside ya fuckin' with a pipe
Got a bulldog, not only do he he bite
Give a fuck about a hood, it 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?

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