Luyện nghe bài hát Robbery

Eh yo, eh yo, Ice
get it twisted, we'll shoot yo' ass, nigga

Y'all mothafuckas got about seconds to live

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

On the strip to catch more cake than Oprah
I got clips that'll leave you with ya on a poster
I talk and I'm sprayin' the toaster
Sparkin' shoot 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? be rapin' ya dolja
I'm takin' his pack and his back and makin' him throw 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 hot, never haze or flop
Wanna battle? Name ya price, I'ma the pot
Put ya car on the line, I'ma ya drop
Put ya up, I'ma take ya chain and watch

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

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

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

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

niggas see me eatin' all of ya plate
Don't give a fuck 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 Alexander the Great
'Cuz ya bitch said she love the way the dick talk all in the
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 hang with
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 leave you niggas off the

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

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

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

Yo, time 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 guns or run to the pigs, you mothafucka,

It's to die, who you gon' run to?
Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront
You stand firm or be the 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' long in yo' motherfuckin' mouth,
Shot in yo'
Who the fuck you call?
the cops