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, was a lame nigga
Now I push a Range nigga, you know the name
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 world 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 from the top gun nigga
I ain't finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top nigga
my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo why I carry hot guns
I'm on a in L.A. fuckin fly misses
While you niggas at the crib tryna' find
Yo I'm gettin' head from the Mexican dime
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 boomin' like
Rap, don't sing cause I get my hum on
I get hummed on
Hoes be on my dong dong
Gevity-long, head at night, head in the
Lunatic, five strong, king are writin' songs
Cats be gettin' gone thinkin' got it goin' on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya
Check the background, St. Louis 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 'bout to rack 'em and the crowd

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

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

I rip grass and smash, a 44 mag
This nigga jag, from the front to the back I it crash
Nigga you said you hurt 'em bad, you him laugh
trash 'bout whoopin' my ass
I let a nigga do that, who that
Get his brains blew with a new gat
"true that", hollowtips is goin' clean through that
And I didn't to get my whole team just to do that
In a blue hat, with a black baggy Kani
An iced out ring just to on your eye
to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory
Cats is sick H-I-V if they feelin' weak
We be Sacks, Jackie Frost, Scratchy
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 like Das EFX, I's be
To rep that Midwest, it's and projects

Now once Keyaun say hit the safe, the stakes
'Tics in states, might as well blaze the cake
I got moves to make, transactions to
Drugs for papes, now I'm CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes by greed and hate
A snake is still a snake no matter the size or
Those that hate, anchored with weights, 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 your date, that was no mistake
Good things to those who wait
So if you waitin' on them 'Tics, huh, they gon' be
In house with your spouse I'm doin' the nasty
I'm a felon, ask Jay, I rob industries and
and hashy, add gas and wrap somethin'
And the place, ya heard me

me load up the ammo, cock it back slow
In the door, infrared low
Tell me that I don't already know
Like, which one of closets contain cash flow
Got three little problems I just you should know
Peep, I'm addicted to 'yes' and I'm to 'no'
I'm obsessed with dough, money and the hoes
Anything other than satisfaction gon'
Heard the grapevine you lookin' for me
Couldn't be, cause if it was you be bookin' from me
when 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 this town
That ass "nine-second-five right here"
on the lawn like "Nelly, why right here"

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

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

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

Call the