Luyện nghe bài hát Steal The Show

Yo, 'for the nigga mention my I let him know the deal
I'm the nigga, same nigga, thought was a nigga
Now I push a nigga, you know the name nigga
Peep the jeans, the ice chain nigga
And if I got beef I let the world know it
So if you got let the whole world know it
One, take it to the streets let the whole know it
It's the chance for big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun
I ain't finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone
Dissin' my you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I hot guns
I'm on a beach in L.A. fly misses
While you niggas at the tryna' find misses
Yo I'm gettin' head from the dime bitches
Them mad cause they riches ain't like my riches

A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the boy
The jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six
For equality, Vokal, Cammy, and
I smoke la like daa-da-dee, it got me like ba-da-bing
Rap, don't gotta sing I get my hum on
I get hummed on
Hoes tongues be on my dong
Gevity-long, at night, head in the morn'
Lunatic, five strong, kong's are writin' songs
Cats be gettin' gone thinkin' got it goin' on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all in ya home
Check the background, St. clown from the U-Town
Fourteen, pimp of the year Dru Down
crew now, it's too damn quiet but too loud
Hoes be pretendin' sayin they too proud
If I the world, I do now
Me and the 'Tics to rack 'em and move the crowd

the cops, I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics to steal the show
(Where you from?)
the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4

Call the cops, I see a robbery in
Lunatics to steal the show
(Where you from?)
From the S-T-L, M-O,

I rip grass and smash, a 44 mag
This nigga jag, from the to the back I heard it crash
Nigga you you hurt 'em bad, you heard him laugh
Talkin' 'bout whoopin' my ass
I let a nigga do that, who that
Get his brains blew back a new gat
"true that", hollowtips is goin' clean through that
And I didn't have to get my whole team to do that
In a blue hat, a black baggy Karl Kani
An iced out ring just to on your eye
to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory
Cats is like H-I-V if they feelin' weak
We be Nikki Sacks, Jackie Frost,
Danny Terrio, Schultz, to the Motorola
Money up, whippin' the Rover, high roller dog
What you holdin', I'm paid, so y'all
Yiggidy yes y'all Das EFX, I's be next
To rep that Midwest, it's and projects

Now once say hit the safe, raise the stakes
in fifty states, might as well blaze the cake
I got moves to make, to handshakes
Drugs for papes, now I'm CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes by greed and hate
A is still a snake no matter the size or shape
Those that hate, anchored with weights, found in the
Come off the chain my main, you to the gate
First you caught a case, second you the babes
Third, you caught me with date, that was no mistake
Good come to those who wait
So if you waitin' on them 'Tics, huh, they gon' be
In your house with your spouse I'm the nasty
I'm a felon, ask Jay, I rob industries and
Branson and hashy, add gas and somethin'
And burn the place, ya me

Watch me load up the ammo, cock it back
In the door, infrared low
Tell me that I don't already know
Like, which one of these closets cash flow
Got three little I just thought you should know
Peep, I'm addicted to 'yes' and I'm allergic to
I'm obsessed with dough, money and the hoes
Anything other than gon' blow
Heard the grapevine you lookin' for me
Couldn't be, cause if it was you be bookin' from me
Shook ya see Nelly rollin' in the GS-3
Hangin' out the like "bing, bing, bing"
Back the car up, pop the now
Can ya hold ya breath cause I'mma flood this
That ass "nine-second-five right here"
Neighbors on the like "Nelly, why right here"

Call the cops, I see a robbery in
Lunatics about to steal the
(Where you from?)
the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4

Call the cops, I see a robbery in
about to steal the show
(Where you from again?)
the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4

Call the cops, I see a robbery in
Lunatics about to steal the
(Tell me again, where you from?)
From the S-T-L, M-O,

the cops