Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Me for My Riches

Ooh, wee, mmm,

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

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

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

Now with success, I a target, they wanna set me up
I guess, money equals more problems
They wanna get me, hit me, strip me of my riches
They wanna cut me up in pieces, leave me 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 and hell meet
Brothers get jail and for sale, cheap
Since momma held me in her to tell me

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

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

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

Now with success and become a target
They wanna set me up, take me
Or me down some notches
wanna 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 gonna 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 gonna it, ooh

Yeah, I'm survive, yo, yo, aiyo
N.Y. City, gritty blocks, love, plenty cops
Few rise, drop, True 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, problems
So hungry, won't 'em, work hard and so pardon
I got mouths to feed, I got pounds of
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 have me like
Face with the K and my all powdery
It ain't about the streets, it's 'bout the beast
That give in to 'lice, down to bleed, G

Now with success and become a target
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 me stiff 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, and Chef be cashing checks
Killa, Cap be necks, Street and 'Zilla flash the tech
a savage life if he trying to bag my ice
Tag a price on merchandise, tell me, is it worth yo'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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