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 everyday to find a better way, got a
still to get my pay before I hit bottom

Now some say that I'm already there but who are
They to judge or question I do? Son, so I don't care
Tired of eating cheese sandwiches with no
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, what am I do?
Got to use my talents, gonna pull me through

Now with success, I become a target, wanna set me up
I guess, more equals more 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, to stay alive

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

it's a cold world, I done held heat
And held down, lotta bodies and shells found
And niggas into taking everything, that ain't down
We fell down, ain't hard to now

I ain't trying to see the now
Or see put her house up for bail now
So I'm a all I got, to try and get that gwop
Nigga, I'm hot this hustle

Go and get the cops
I use my talent to get figures
Unlike these little corner store
Go your drawers, niggas

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I can't it
(Yeah)
No, no, but I'm make it
(Yeah, yeah, turn the beat up a little 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 snapping necks, and 'Zilla flash the tech
Sacrifice a savage 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 stick me for my riches, now bitches taking flight
Major business, raise the digits, to strike me for my life
Slice and dice, men or mice, GZA 'em what it's like

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

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

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

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

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

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