Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Me for My Riches

Ooh, wee, mmm,

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

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

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

Now success, I become a target, they wanna set me up
I guess, more money equals more
They wanna get me, wanna hit me, 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 alive

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

That it's a cold world, I done heat
And held myself down, lotta bodies and found
And niggas into taking everything, that 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 that
Nigga, I'm hot with this

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

Now with success and I've become a
They wanna set me up, me hostage
Or me down some notches
They wanna hit me, stick me, get me for my riches
They wanna diss me, 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 survive, yo, yo, aiyo
N.Y. City, gritty blocks, little love, cops
Few rise, many drop, True Lies, semis
Fish scale, already rocked, heavy shots, we drop
New guys on block, blue eyes 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 some more, another store, house, indeed
An X of G, the reason pounds'll squeeze

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

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

And I can't it
(Yeah)
No, no, but I'm make it
(Yeah, yeah, turn the up a little 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 flash the tech
Sacrifice a savage if he trying to bag my ice
Tag a on merchandise, tell me, is it worth yo' life?

No, it's a cold, cold, cold
You can't be playing with my life
I've fight to survive, fight to stay alive

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

Aiyo, making, people flaking, Cash Rules, fuck the bacon
Earthquaking, head is aching, stop, dice shaking
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
Hating on the agile, steal ya and bite ya style
you for a ransom note, Goliath cutting David's throat
Grab yo' vest, abandon boat and you out at sea to float

Now with success and become a target
They set me up
I guess, money equals more problems
They wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my
wanna 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 make it, ooh, yeah
a cold, cold, cold world
I got my hand on my gun, they got a on the run

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

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