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

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

You the to go up North straight scrappin' 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 breakin' his back and makin' him up
'Cuz the draft's like a bomb and I'm waitin' to up
I'll 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, raise the pot
Put ya car on the line, I'ma take ya
Put ya up, I'ma take ya chain and watch

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

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

Yo, 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 guns or run into the pigs, you mothafucka,

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 grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka,

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

They call me Alexander Sean the
'Cuz ya 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 with crooks
Shit is take free, I see not used to off the books
Broke faggot nigga in a jukes
I'm a pirate in this rap shit, I leave you niggas off the

What the 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 ransom or find they ass up under the

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

Smoke a lot of weed so I like to fight
But I might go upside ya fuckin' head with a
Got a bulldog, not do he bark he bite
a fuck about 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 come confront you?
You stand firm or be the that you is?
Would you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you mothafucka,

time to die, who you gon' run to?
Who you call when 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,

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

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