Luyện nghe bài hát Steal The Show

Yo, the nigga mention my name I let him know the deal
I'm the nigga, nigga, thought was a lame nigga
Now I push a nigga, you know the name nigga
Peep the Iceberg jeans, the ice chain
And if I got beef I let the whole know it
So if you got beef let the whole know it
One, it to the streets 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 ain't talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I hot guns
I'm on a in L.A. fuckin fly misses
While you niggas at the crib tryna' misses
Yo I'm gettin' head from the Mexican 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 la like daa-da-dee, it got me boomin' 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, 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
the background, St. Louis 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' always sayin too proud
If I the world, I do now
Me and the 'Tics to rack 'em and move the crowd

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 steal the
(Where you from?)
From the S-T-L, M-O,

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

Now Keyaun say hit the safe, raise the stakes
'Tics in states, might 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 the size or shape
Those that hate, with 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 your date, was no mistake
Good things come to 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
Branson and hashy, add gas and somethin'
And burn the place, ya me

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

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 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 in progress
Lunatics to steal the show
(Tell me again, you guys from?)
the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4

Call the