Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Me for My Riches

Ooh, wee, mmm,

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

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 with no meat
Tired of watching all the playas from the same

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

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

And I can't take it but I'm 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 jail and life's for sale,
momma held me in her arms to tell me

That it's a cold world, I held heat
And myself down, lotta bodies and shells found
And into taking everything, that ain't nailed down
We fell down, ain't hard to 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 'head and get the
I use my to get more figures
Unlike these little corner niggas
Go change your drawers,

Now with and I've become a target
They wanna set me up, take me
Or take me some notches
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 can't it, no, no but I'm gonna make it.
(This ain't no game, my ain't nothing to play with)
Yeah, I'm make it, ooh
(Face it, is power 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, cops
Few rise, many drop, True Lies, cocked
Fish scale, rocked, heavy shots, that we drop
New guys on every block, blue eyes and red

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, to make 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 give in to 'lice, down to bleed, G

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

And I can't it
(Yeah)
No, no, but I'm gonna it
(Yeah, yeah, turn the up a little 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 Chef be cashing
Killa, Cap be snapping necks, Street and 'Zilla flash the
Sacrifice a savage 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 playing games my life
I've gotta fight to survive, fight to alive

Aiyo, metal ignite, sparking fire, light the darkness night
Trying to me for my riches, now y'all 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, Cash Rules, fuck the
Earthquaking, head is aching, bank stop, dice
Times are hard, sew a job, scheming niggaz rob
Use a hoe to ya knob, hit you with unruly mobs

Stab you in the back and smile, you bleed for a while
on the agile, steal 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 with success and I've a target
wanna set me up
I guess, more money equals more
They hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches
They wanna me, want 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, got a brother on the run

Yeah, it's a cold, cold, cold
You can't be playing games my life
I've gotta fight to survive, to stay 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