Luyện nghe bài hát Robbery '95

(Run)
Armed (Give it up)

Your destination is a casket, when I put on my kid
My task is seeing green, killing you without seen
That's the plan, get swollen up when I stick G
Your shits getting stolen, I'm rolling up on you
I'm taking your Hilfiger coat close line from behind
put the razor to this niggers
Stand still - make my hand kill
Fuck around, end up in a land fill all over a Grand
Money's something you have gave up
Now your family has to dig a 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 that has a frown, get messed up the pound
By a man dressed up as a
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 pants you're peeing when I pull out my fucking
three pounds and represent I'm skiing
I've done more shit than you, you wanna see rehearse it on you
Try to rob me I'll flip it kid and reverse it on you
Even if you're only seven become a victim quicker than Sonja Preven
You'll get to the lonely heaven
Don't go around on places I lurk,
'cause I go berserk, for, everything you work for
think I won't cut your wench throat
I got the shotgun the trench coat
Plus when I get greedier, the eats it up in you
Fucking reporters get boners when Necro slaughters store on video

When I'm wicking there's always a on my bash
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"