Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Me for My Riches

Ooh, wee, mmm,

See, I was raised out on these mean
I'm from the projects, right, where poverty and hell
I'm searching everyday to find a way, I've got a
Hustle still to get my pay before I hit

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

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

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

And I can't it but I'm gonna 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
get jail and life's for sale, cheap
Since momma me in her arms to tell me

That it's a cold world, I held heat
And held myself down, lotta bodies and shells
And niggas into taking everything, that ain't down
We down, ain't hard to tell now

I ain't 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 this hustle

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

Now with and I've become a target
wanna set me up, take me hostage
Or me down some notches
They hit me, wanna 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 gonna it, ooh
(Face it, money is power and I'm a it)
I'm gonna it, ooh

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

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

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

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

And I can't it
(Yeah)
No, no, but I'm gonna it
(Yeah, yeah, turn the beat up a 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 checks
Killa, Cap be snapping necks, Street and flash 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 games my life
I've gotta fight to survive, fight to stay

Aiyo, metal pipes ignite, 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 it's like

Aiyo, money making, people flaking, Cash Rules, 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, 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 and I've become a target
wanna set me up
I guess, money equals more problems
wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches
They diss me, want clip me, leave me stiff in ditches

And I can't take it, no, no but I'm 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, world
You be playing games with my life
gotta fight to survive, fight 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, guaranteed you won't like that
When ya laid down, laid