Luyện nghe bài hát Steal The Show

Yo, 'for the nigga mention my name I let him the deal
I'm the nigga, same nigga, thought was a lame
Now I push a Range nigga, you the name nigga
Peep the Iceberg jeans, the ice 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 let the whole world know it
the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it from the top gun nigga
I finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
Dissin' my you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot
I'm on a in L.A. fuckin fly misses
While you niggas at the tryna' find misses
Yo I'm gettin' from the Mexican dime bitches
Them niggas mad cause riches ain't like my riches

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 sing cause I get my hum on
Actually I get on
Hoes tongues be on my dong
Gevity-long, head at night, in the morn'
Lunatic, five strong, kong's are writin' songs
be gettin' gone thinkin' they got it goin' on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all in ya home
Check the background, St. Louis clown from the
Fourteen, pimp of the year Dru Down
Same now, it's too damn quiet but too loud
Hoes be pretendin' always they too proud
If I the world, I do now
Me and the 'bout to rack 'em and move the crowd

Call the cops, I see a 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 in progress
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 said you 'em bad, you heard him laugh
Talkin' trash whoopin' my ass
I never let a nigga do that, who
Get his brains back with a new gat
Yellin' "true that", hollowtips is clean through that
And I didn't have to get my team just to do that
In a hat, with a black baggy Karl Kani
An iced out ring to scar on your eye
Hard to die, like Bruce, Lee get a
Cats is sick like H-I-V if they feelin'
We be Nikki Sacks, Jackie Frost,
Danny Terrio, Dutch Schultz, to the
Money hold up, the Rover, high roller dog
What you holdin', I'm paid, so controllin'
Yiggidy yes y'all Das EFX, I's be next
To rep that Midwest, it's sets and

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

Watch me load up the ammo, it back slow
In the door, infrared low
Tell me somethin' I don't already know
Like, which one of these closets contain cash
Got little problems I just thought you should know
Peep, I'm to 'yes' and I'm allergic to 'no'
I'm with dough, money makin' and the hoes
Anything other than satisfaction blow
Heard the grapevine you lookin' for me
Couldn't be, cause if it was you would be bookin' me
Shook when ya see rollin' in the GS-3
Hangin' out the sunroof "bing, bing, bing"
the car up, pop the trunk now
Can ya hold ya breath cause I'mma flood town
ass scream "nine-second-five right here"
Neighbors on the lawn like "Nelly, why here"

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

Call the cops, I see a in progress
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, you guys from?)
the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4

Call the