Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Me for My Riches

Ooh, wee, mmm,

See, I was raised out on these mean
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
They to judge or 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 it's a of crime, some might sing or rhyme
To escape the ghetto before the
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
wanna get me, wanna hit me, strip me of my riches
They wanna cut me up in pieces, leave me in ditches

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

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

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

I trying 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 gwop
Nigga, I'm hot with this

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

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

And I can't take it, no, no but I'm gonna it.
(This no game, my life ain't nothing to play with)
Yeah, I'm make 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, blocks, little love, plenty cops
Few rise, many drop, True Lies, cocked
Fish scale, already rocked, heavy shots, we drop
New guys on every block, blue and red dots

Pregnant mothers, broke fathers, more money, more
So hungry, starve 'em, work hard and so pardon
I got mouths to feed, I got pounds of
I need more, another 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 spaz
Face with the K and my all powdery
It ain't about the streets, 'bout the beast within
That won't give in to 'lice, to bleed, G

Now with 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, clip me leave me stiff in ditches

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 checks
Killa, Cap be snapping necks, Street and 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, a cold, cold, cold world
You can't be games with my life
I've gotta fight to survive, to stay alive

Aiyo, metal pipes ignite, fire, light the darkness night
to stick 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 'em what it's like

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

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

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

And I can't take it, no, no but I'm gonna 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 can't be playing with my life
I've gotta fight to survive, fight to stay
ain't a game, this is my life

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