Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Me for My Riches

Ooh, wee, mmm,

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

Now some might say I'm already there but who are
They to judge or question what I do? Son, so I care
Tired of eating cheese sandwiches no meat
Tired of all the playas from the same seat

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

Now with success, I become a target, wanna set me up
I guess, more money more problems
They get me, wanna hit me, strip me of my riches
They wanna cut me up in pieces, 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 know where and hell meet
Brothers get jail and life's for sale,
Since momma held me in her arms to me

That a cold world, I done held heat
And held myself down, 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 momma put her house up for now
So I'm a give all I got, to try and get that
Nigga, I'm hot with hustle

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

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

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 gonna 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, love, plenty cops
Few rise, many drop, Lies, semis cocked
Fish scale, already rocked, heavy shots, that we
New guys on block, blue eyes and red dots

Pregnant mothers, broke fathers, money, more problems
So hungry, won't 'em, work hard and so pardon
I got mouths to feed, I got of weed
I need some more, another store, house, indeed
An X amount of G, the pounds'll squeeze

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

Now with success and I've become a
They set me up, take me hostage
Or me down some notches
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
(Yeah)
No, no, but I'm gonna 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, Ghost and Chef be checks
Killa, Cap be snapping necks, Street and 'Zilla the tech
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 with my life
I've gotta fight to survive, fight to alive

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

Aiyo, money making, people flaking, Rules, fuck the bacon
Earthquaking, head is aching, bank stop, shaking
are hard, sew a job, scheming niggaz wanna rob
Use a hoe to slob ya knob, hit you with 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 leave you out at sea to

Now with success and become a target
wanna set me up
I guess, more money equals more
They wanna hit me, wanna me, get me for my riches
They wanna diss me, want 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, they got a on the run

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

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