Luyện nghe bài hát Steal The Show

Yo, 'for the nigga my name I let him know the deal
I'm the nigga, same nigga, thought was a nigga
Now I push a Range nigga, you the name nigga
the Iceberg jeans, the ice chain nigga
And if I got beef I let the world know it
So if you got beef let the whole know it
One, take it to the streets let the whole world it
It's the chance for your big career, blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun
I ain't finished talkin it 'till ya top gone nigga
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 crib tryna' misses
Yo I'm gettin' head the Mexican dime bitches
Them niggas mad cause they riches ain't like my

A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the boy
The civilized 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 cause I get my hum on
Actually I get on
Hoes tongues be on my dong
Gevity-long, head at night, head in the
Lunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin'
Cats be gettin' thinkin' they got it goin' on
Folks you a brawl, it all started in ya home
Check the background, St. clown from the U-Town
Fourteen, pimp of the year Dru Down
Same crew now, it's too quiet but too loud
Hoes be pretendin' always sayin they too
If I the world, I do now
Me and the 'Tics 'bout to rack 'em and move the

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?)
From the S-T-L, M-O,

I rip and smash, with a 44 mag
This nigga jag, from the front to the I heard it crash
Nigga you you hurt 'em bad, you heard him laugh
Talkin' 'bout whoopin' my ass
I never let a nigga do that, who
Get his blew back with a new gat
Yellin' "true that", hollowtips is goin' clean that
And I didn't have to get my team just to do that
In a blue hat, with a black Karl Kani
An iced out ring to scar on your eye
to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory
Cats is sick like H-I-V if feelin' weak
We be Nikki Sacks, Frost, Scratchy
Terrio, Dutch Schultz, to the Motorola
Money hold up, whippin' the Rover, high dog
What you holdin', I'm paid, so y'all
Yiggidy yes y'all like Das EFX, I's be
To rep that Midwest, it's and projects

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

me load up the ammo, cock it back slow
In the door, infrared low
Tell me somethin' I don't already know
Like, one of these closets contain cash flow
Got three little problems I just thought you know
Peep, I'm addicted to 'yes' and I'm allergic to
I'm obsessed with dough, makin' and the hoes
Anything other satisfaction gon' blow
through the grapevine you lookin' for me
Couldn't be, cause if it was you would be 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 town
That ass "nine-second-five right here"
Neighbors on the like "Nelly, why right here"

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

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

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

the cops