Luyện nghe bài hát Steal The Show

Yo, the nigga mention 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 Iceberg jeans, the ice chain
And if I got beef I let the whole know it
So if you got let the whole world know it
One, take it to the streets let the world know it
the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun
I ain't talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo why I carry hot guns
I'm on a beach in L.A. fly misses
you niggas at the crib tryna' find misses
Yo I'm head from the Mexican dime bitches
Them niggas mad cause they riches 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 la like daa-da-dee, it got me boomin' like ba-da-bing
Rap, don't gotta cause I get my hum on
I get hummed on
Hoes be on my dong dong
Gevity-long, head at night, in the morn'
Lunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin'
Cats be gone thinkin' they got it goin' on
brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home
Check the background, St. Louis from the U-Town
Fourteen, pimp of the year Dru Down
Same crew now, too damn quiet but too loud
Hoes be pretendin' always sayin they too
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 robbery in
about 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 you hurt 'em bad, you heard him laugh
trash 'bout whoopin' my ass
I let a nigga do that, who that
Get his brains blew with a new gat
Yellin' "true that", is goin' clean through that
And I didn't have to get my whole team to do that
In a blue hat, with a black baggy Kani
An out ring just to scar on your eye
to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory
Cats is sick H-I-V if they feelin' weak
We be Nikki Sacks, Jackie Frost,
Danny Terrio, Dutch Schultz, to the
Money hold up, whippin' the Rover, high dog
you holdin', I'm paid, so controllin' y'all
Yiggidy yes y'all like Das EFX, I's be
To rep that Midwest, it's sets and

Now once Keyaun say hit the safe, raise the
'Tics in fifty states, might as well the cake
I got to make, transactions to handshakes
Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin' CDs and
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and
A is still a snake no matter the size or shape
Those that hate, anchored with weights, found in the
Come off the chain my main, you to the gate
First you caught a case, you caught the babes
Third, you caught me with your date, was no mistake
Good things to those who wait
So if you waitin' on them 'Tics, huh, they 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 burn the place, ya me

Watch me up the ammo, cock it back slow
In the back door, low
Tell me somethin' that I don't already
Like, which one of closets contain cash flow
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 other than satisfaction blow
Heard the grapevine you lookin' for me
Couldn't be, 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 I'mma flood this town
ass scream "nine-second-five right here"
Neighbors on the lawn "Nelly, why right here"

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

Call the cops, I see a robbery in
Lunatics about to the show
(Where you guys 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