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 lame
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 whole world 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 blown the top gun nigga
I ain't finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top nigga
Dissin' my crew you catch hot
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 head from the Mexican dime bitches
Them niggas mad cause they riches ain't like my

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, gotta sing cause I get my hum on
Actually I get on
tongues be on my dong dong
Gevity-long, at night, head in the morn'
Lunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin'
Cats be gone thinkin' they 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 like Dru
crew now, it's too damn quiet but too loud
Hoes be pretendin' always sayin they too
If I the world, I do now
Me and the 'Tics 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 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, the front to the back I heard it crash
you said you hurt 'em bad, you heard him laugh
Talkin' 'bout whoopin' my ass
I never let a nigga do that, who
Get his brains 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 baggy Kani
An iced out ring just to scar on eye
Hard to die, Bruce, Lee get a victory
Cats is sick H-I-V if they feelin' weak
We be Sacks, Jackie Frost, Scratchy
Terrio, Dutch Schultz, to the Motorola
Money hold up, whippin' the Rover, 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 and projects

Now once Keyaun say hit the safe, the stakes
'Tics in fifty states, might as blaze the cake
I got to make, transactions to handshakes
Drugs for papes, now I'm CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and
A is still a snake no matter the size or shape
Those that hate, with weights, found in the lake
Come off the my main, you tied to the gate
First you caught a case, second you the babes
Third, you caught me with your date, that was no
Good things come to those who
So if you waitin' on them 'Tics, huh, gon' be late
In your with your spouse I'm doin' 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

Watch me load up the ammo, cock it back
In the back door, low
Tell me that I don't already know
Like, which one of these closets contain cash
Got three little problems I just thought you know
Peep, I'm addicted to 'yes' and I'm to 'no'
I'm obsessed with dough, makin' and the hoes
Anything than satisfaction gon' blow
Heard the grapevine you lookin' for me
be, cause if it was you would be bookin' from me
Shook when ya see Nelly rollin' in the
out the sunroof like "bing, bing, bing"
Back the car up, pop the now
Can ya hold ya breath cause I'mma this town
That ass scream "nine-second-five here"
Neighbors on the lawn "Nelly, why right here"

the cops, I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to 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 again?)
From the S-T-L, M-O,

Call the cops, I see a in progress
Lunatics about to steal the
(Tell me again, where you from?)
the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4

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