Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Me for My Riches

Ooh, wee, mmm,

See, I was raised out on mean streets
I'm from the projects, right, poverty and hell meet
I'm searching to find a better way, I've got a
still to get my pay before I hit bottom

Now some might say I'm already there but who are
They to judge or what I do? Son, so I don't care
Tired of cheese sandwiches with no meat
Tired of watching all the playas from the same

So it's a life of crime, some might or rhyme
To escape the ghetto before the
Choices to make, am I gonna do?
Got to use my talents, they gonna pull me

Now with success, I become a target, wanna set me up
I guess, more equals more problems
They wanna get me, hit me, strip me of my riches
wanna cut me up in pieces, leave me deep in ditches

And I can't it but I'm gonna make it
Yeah, oh, I'm make it
Yeah, ohh, fight to alive

I was raised out on mean streets
You know where poverty and hell
Brothers get jail and life's for sale,
momma held me in her arms to tell me

That it's a cold world, I done held
And held myself down, lotta bodies and found
And niggas into taking everything, that nailed down
We fell down, hard to tell now

I trying to see the cell now
Or see put her house up for bail now
So I'm a give all I got, to try and get gwop
Nigga, I'm hot this hustle

Go 'head and get the
I use my to get more figures
Unlike these corner store niggas
Go change your drawers,

Now with success and I've become a
wanna set me up, take me hostage
Or take me some notches
They hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches
They wanna diss me, want a me, leave me stiff in ditches

And I can't take it, no, no but I'm make it.
(This ain't no game, my life ain't nothing to with)
Yeah, I'm make it, ooh
(Face it, money is and I'm a make it)
I'm gonna it, ooh

Yeah, I'm gon' survive, yo, yo,
N.Y. City, gritty blocks, little love, cops
Few rise, many drop, True Lies, cocked
Fish scale, already rocked, heavy shots, that we
New guys on every block, eyes and red dots

Pregnant mothers, broke fathers, money, more problems
So hungry, starve 'em, work hard and so pardon
I got mouths to feed, I got pounds of
I need some more, another store, another house,
An X amount of G, the pounds'll squeeze

And strip you naked, basic, trying to it out the P's
Don't ever doubt a G, and have me like
Face with the K and my nose all
It ain't about the streets, it's 'bout the beast
That give in to 'lice, down to bleed, G

Now with success and I've become a
wanna set me up, take me hostage
Or me down some notches
They wanna hit me, wanna me, get me for my riches
They wanna diss me, wanna clip me leave me in ditches

And I take it
(Yeah)
No, no, but I'm gonna it
(Yeah, yeah, the beat up a little right here)
Yeah, I'm gonna it, ooh
(Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, just, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)

Aiyo, RZA, Meth, GZA, Deck, and Chef be cashing checks
Killa, Cap be snapping necks, Street and flash the tech
Sacrifice a savage life if he to bag my ice
Tag a price on merchandise, me, is it worth yo' life?

No, it's a cold, cold, world
You can't be games with my life
I've fight to survive, fight to stay alive

Aiyo, metal pipes ignite, sparking fire, light the darkness
Trying to me for my riches, now y'all bitches taking flight
business, raise the digits, tried to strike me for my life
Slice and dice, men or mice, GZA tell 'em what it's

Aiyo, making, people flaking, Cash Rules, fuck the bacon
Earthquaking, head is aching, bank stop, dice
are hard, sew a job, scheming niggaz wanna rob
Use a hoe to slob ya knob, hit you with mobs

Stab you in the back and smile, watch you for a while
Hating on the agile, steal ya and bite ya style
Hold you for a ransom note, cutting David's throat
Grab yo' vest, abandon boat and you out at sea to float

Now with success and I've become a
wanna set me up
I guess, more money more problems
wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches
They wanna diss me, want clip me, leave me in ditches

And I can't take it, no, no but I'm gonna it
Yeah, oh, I'm make it, ooh, yeah
a cold, cold, cold world
I got my on my gun, they got a brother on the run

Yeah, it's a cold, cold, cold
You can't be games with my life
gotta fight to survive, fight to stay alive
This ain't a game, this is my

pushing me to the edge, I'm gonna push back
And you like that, it's guaranteed you won't like that
ya laid down, laid flat