Luyện nghe bài hát Robbery '95

(Run)
Armed (Give it up)

Your destination is a casket, I put on my mask kid
My task is seeing green, killing you being seen
That's the plan, you'll get up when I stick G
Your getting stolen, I'm rolling up on you quickly
I'm taking Tommy Hilfiger coat close line from behind
put the razor to niggers throat
Stand still - don't make my kill
Fuck around, end up in a land fill all over a Grand
Money's something you have gave up
Now your has to dig a grave up - If your one of them bitch
Nigga rich, niggas fancy clothes
You'll get attacked by a mental case and strangers covered pantyhose
I'm blasting anyone has a frown, get messed up with the pound
By a man up as a clown
You'll be tripping magenta lively with no you'll die G
you can't identify me

(Kid running)
(Give it up bitch)
Robbery (Hand it Fuck)

(Give it up)

I'm attacking you dressed up like a villain from Cobra, I'm
Wearing the like it was the end of October
Your life is over. In your pants you're peeing when I out my fucking
three and represent like I'm skiing
I've done more shit you, you wanna see I'll rehearse it on you
Try to rob me I'll flip it kid and reverse it on you
Even if you're only seven you'll become a victim quicker Sonja Preven
You'll get sent to the heaven
Don't go around on places I lurk,
'cause I go berserk, for, you fucking work for
think I won't cut your wench throat
I got the shotgun under the trench
when I get greedier, the media eats it up in you
Fucking get boners when Necro slaughters store owners on video

When I'm wicking there's always a face on my
And if I'm seen taking the green I'm shaving off my moustache!

(Run it herb)
(Put it in the bag punk)
(Give it to me bitch)
Robbery (Empty pockets and die son)

(talking an old woman)
"Oh! He my wallet! He took my pocket book.
Police? He took my money. That white man there"