Luyện nghe bài hát Robbery

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

Y'all mothafuckas got about fifteen seconds to

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

On the strip tryin' to catch more cake than
I got clips that'll leave you ya face on a poster
I talk slick and I'm sprayin' the
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 him throw up
'Cuz the draft's like a bomb and I'm to blow up
I'll take 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, raise the pot
Put ya car on the line, I'ma ya drop
Put ya up, I'ma take ya chain and watch

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

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

Yo, it's 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 or run into the pigs, you mothafucka, huh?

time to die, who you gon' run to?
Who you call when them dogs come confront you?
You stand or be the bitch that you is?
you grab 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 on the waist
Lookin' stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya

They call me Alexander Sean the
'Cuz ya bitch she love the way the dick 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
Shit is take free, I see not to money off the books
Broke faggot nigga in a jukes
I'm a pirate in this rap shit, I leave you off the hook

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

'Lite never been afraid, so keep lookin'
'Cuz 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 a hood, it ain't safe at night
You

Yo, time to die, who you gon' run to?
Who you gon' when them dogs come confront you?
You stand or be the bitch that you is?
you grab the guns or run to 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?

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

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