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, where poverty and meet
I'm searching everyday to find a better way, 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 question I do? Son, so I don't care
Tired of eating sandwiches with no meat
Tired of watching all the playas from the seat

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

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

And I take it but I'm gonna make it
Yeah, oh, I'm gonna it
Yeah, ohh, fight to stay

I was raised out on these streets
You know where poverty and meet
Brothers get and life's for sale, cheap
Since momma held me in her to tell me

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

I trying to see the cell now
Or see momma put her 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 talent to get more
Unlike these little corner niggas
Go change drawers, niggas

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

And I can't it, no, no but I'm gonna make it.
(This ain't no game, my life ain't to play with)
Yeah, I'm gonna it, ooh
(Face it, money is power and I'm a it)
I'm gonna it, ooh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, it's a cold, cold, world
You can't be playing 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 won't like that, guaranteed you won't like that
When ya laid down, flat