Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Me for My Riches

Ooh, wee, mmm,

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

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

So a life of crime, some might sing or rhyme
To escape the ghetto the flatline
Choices to make, am I gonna do?
Got to use my talents, they gonna me through

Now with success, I become a target, they set me up
I guess, more money equals more
They wanna get me, wanna hit me, strip me of my
They wanna cut me up in pieces, 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 stay

I was raised out on these streets
You where poverty and hell meet
Brothers get jail and for sale, cheap
momma held me in her arms to tell me

That it's a cold world, I done held
And held myself down, bodies and shells found
And niggas into taking everything, that nailed down
We fell down, ain't to tell now

I ain't 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 that
Nigga, I'm hot this hustle

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

Now with success and become a target
They wanna set me up, take me
Or take me some notches
wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches
They wanna me, want a clip 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 gonna it, ooh
(Face it, money is and I'm a make it)
I'm make it, ooh

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

Pregnant mothers, broke fathers, more money, more
So hungry, won't starve 'em, hard and so pardon
I got mouths to feed, I got of weed
I need some more, another store, another house,
An X of G, the reason pounds'll squeeze

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

Now with success and become a target
They set me up, take me hostage
Or take me some notches
wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches
They wanna diss me, wanna clip me leave me stiff in

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

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

No, a cold, cold, cold world
You can't be playing with my life
I've gotta fight to survive, fight to stay

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

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

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

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

And I can't take it, no, no but I'm make it
Yeah, oh, I'm gonna make it, ooh,
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
I've gotta fight to survive, fight to alive
ain't a game, this is my life

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