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, where poverty and meet
I'm searching to find a better way, I've got a
Hustle still to get my pay I hit bottom

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

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

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

And I can't take it but I'm make it
Yeah, oh, I'm make it
Yeah, ohh, to stay alive

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

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

I ain't trying to see the 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 with this

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

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

And I can't take it, no, no but I'm gonna 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 gon' survive, yo, yo,
N.Y. City, gritty blocks, little love, plenty
Few rise, drop, True Lies, semis cocked
Fish scale, already rocked, shots, that we drop
New guys on every block, eyes and red dots

Pregnant mothers, fathers, more money, more problems
So hungry, won't starve 'em, work 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 ever doubt a G, and me spaz like
with the K and my nose 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 become a target
They wanna set me up, me hostage
Or take me down some
They wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my
They wanna diss me, wanna clip me leave me stiff in

And I can't it
(Yeah)
No, no, but I'm make 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, and Chef be cashing checks
Killa, Cap be snapping necks, Street and 'Zilla 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 games my life
gotta fight to survive, fight to stay alive

Aiyo, metal pipes ignite, sparking fire, the darkness night
Trying to stick me for my riches, now y'all bitches taking
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, is aching, bank stop, dice shaking
Times are hard, sew a job, scheming wanna rob
Use a hoe to slob ya knob, hit you with 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 cutting throat
Grab yo' vest, abandon boat and you out at sea to float

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

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 hand on my gun, they got a on the run

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