Luyện nghe bài hát Robbery

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

Y'all mothafuckas got about fifteen to live

Yo, a new year, bitch, and I'm takin' over
My whole crew here, bitch and the 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 leave you ya face on a poster
I slick and I'm sprayin' the toaster
Sparkin' shoot outs and start 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? I'll be rapin' ya
I'm takin' his pack and breakin' his back and him throw up
'Cuz the draft's like a bomb and I'm 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 haze or
Wanna Name ya price, I'ma raise the pot
Put ya car on the line, take ya drop
Put ya jewels up, I'ma take ya chain and

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

P.C. been known to play games
I spray that'll re-arrange ya brain
I cock and aim, you, pop ya dame
Only reason I came through's to lock the game

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

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

Y'all niggas see me eatin' all of ya
give a fuck about ya background, shit about the songs you make
And I you see the draw on the waist
stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya face

They call me Alexander Sean the
'Cuz ya bitch she love the way the dick talk all in the cake
I need bank money, throw me the safe
All these involved, the cops'll fuck around and chalk the place

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

What the you gon' do when we run in ya crib?
Either we 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

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

a lot of weed 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 at night
You

Yo, 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 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 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 call when I put motherfuckin'
Fo' fo' in yo' motherfuckin' mouth, boy?
Shot in yo'
Who the fuck you call?
Call the