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 everyday 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 there but who are
They to judge or question what I do? Son, so I care
Tired of cheese 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 before the flatline
Choices to make, what am I do?
Got to use my talents, they gonna me through

Now success, I become a target, they wanna set me up
I guess, more equals more problems
They wanna get me, wanna hit me, strip me of my
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, fight to stay

I was out on these mean streets
You know where poverty and meet
Brothers get and life's for sale, cheap
Since momma held me in her arms to me

That it's a world, I done held heat
And held down, lotta bodies and shells found
And niggas taking everything, that ain't nailed down
We fell down, 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 gwop
Nigga, I'm hot with this

Go 'head and get the
I use my talent to get figures
Unlike these little corner store
Go change your drawers,

Now success and I've become a target
They set me up, take me hostage
Or take me down notches
They wanna hit me, stick me, get me for my riches
wanna diss me, want 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 nothing to with)
Yeah, I'm gonna it, ooh
(Face it, money is power and I'm a it)
I'm gonna it, ooh

Yeah, I'm survive, yo, yo, aiyo
N.Y. City, gritty blocks, love, plenty cops
Few rise, many drop, True Lies, semis
Fish scale, already rocked, shots, that we drop
New guys on every block, blue eyes and red

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

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

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

And I can't it
(Yeah)
No, no, but I'm make it
(Yeah, yeah, the beat 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 be cashing 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, a cold, cold, cold world
You be playing games with my life
I've gotta fight to survive, to stay alive

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

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

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

Now with success and become a target
wanna set me up
I guess, more equals more problems
They hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches
They wanna diss me, want clip me, leave me stiff in

And I can't 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 on my gun, they got a brother on the run

Yeah, it's a 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 like that, it's guaranteed you won't like that
When ya laid down, laid