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 green, killing you without being seen
That's the plan, you'll get swollen up when I G
Your getting stolen, I'm rolling up on you quickly
I'm taking your Tommy Hilfiger close line from behind
put the to this niggers throat
Stand still - don't make my hand
Fuck around, end up in a land fill all a Grand Bill
Money's something you should have up
Now your has to dig a grave up - If your one of them bitch
Nigga rich, niggas with fancy
You'll get by a mental case and strangers covered with pantyhose
I'm blasting anyone that has a frown, get messed up with the
By a man up as a clown
You'll be tripping magenta lively with no justice die G
Plus you can't me

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

(Give it up)

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

When I'm wicking always a face on my bash
And if I'm seen taking the green then I'm off my moustache!

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

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