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 to find a better 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 question I do? Son, so I don't care
Tired of eating cheese sandwiches with no
of watching all the playas from the same seat

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

Now success, I become a target, they wanna set me up
I guess, money equals more problems
wanna 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 gonna it
Yeah, oh, I'm gonna it
Yeah, ohh, fight to stay

I was raised out on mean streets
You know poverty and hell 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 done held
And held myself down, lotta and shells found
And niggas into taking everything, that ain't down
We fell down, hard to tell now

I ain't trying to see the 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 this

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

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

And I take it, no, no but I'm gonna make it.
(This ain't no game, my life ain't nothing to 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, gritty blocks, little love, plenty
Few rise, many drop, Lies, semis cocked
Fish scale, already rocked, shots, that we drop
New guys on every block, eyes and red dots

Pregnant mothers, broke fathers, money, more problems
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 you naked, basic, trying 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
won't give in to 'lice, down to bleed, G

Now with success and become a target
They wanna set me up, take me
Or take me down some
They wanna hit me, stick me, get me for my riches
They diss me, wanna clip me leave 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 make 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 on merchandise, tell me, is it worth yo' life?

No, a cold, cold, cold world
You can't be playing games my life
I've gotta to survive, fight to stay alive

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

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

you in the back and smile, watch you bleed 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 boat and leave you out at sea to

Now with and I've become a target
They set me up
I guess, more money equals problems
They wanna hit me, stick me, get me for my riches
They wanna diss me, 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,
a cold, cold, cold world
I got my hand on my gun, they got a on the run

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

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