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 shits stolen, I'm rolling up on you quickly
I'm your Tommy Hilfiger coat close line from behind
put the razor to this niggers
still - don't make my hand kill
Fuck around, end up in a fill all over a Grand Bill
Money's something you have gave up
Now your family has to dig a grave up - If one of them bitch
rich, niggas with fancy clothes
You'll get attacked by a mental case and covered with pantyhose
I'm blasting anyone that has a frown, get up with the pound
By a man dressed up as a
You'll be tripping magenta with no justice 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 a villain from Cobra, I'm sober
Wearing the like it was the end of October
Your life is over. In your you're peeing when I pull out my fucking
pounds and represent like I'm skiing
I've done more shit than you, you see I'll rehearse it on you
Try to fucking rob me I'll it kid and reverse it on you
Even if you're only seven you'll become a victim quicker than Preven
You'll get sent to the lonely
Don't go around on places I lurk,
'cause I go berserk, for, everything you work for
Don't I won't cut your wench throat
I got the shotgun under the coat
when I get greedier, the media eats it up in you
Fucking reporters get boners when slaughters store owners on video

When I'm wicking there's always a face on my
And if I'm seen the green then 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.
He took my money. That white man over there"