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 and hell meet
I'm searching to find a better way, I've got a
Hustle to get my pay before I hit bottom

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

So it's a life of crime, some might sing or
To escape the ghetto the flatline
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 equals more problems
They get me, wanna hit me, strip 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 make it
Yeah, ohh, to stay alive

I was out on these mean streets
You know poverty and hell meet
Brothers get jail and for sale, cheap
Since held me in her arms to tell me

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

I ain't to see the cell now
Or see momma put her up for bail now
So I'm a all I got, to try and get that gwop
Nigga, I'm hot with hustle

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

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

And I can't 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 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
scale, already rocked, heavy shots, that we drop
New guys on block, blue eyes and red dots

Pregnant mothers, broke fathers, more money, problems
So hungry, won't starve 'em, hard and so pardon
I got mouths to feed, I got of weed
I some more, another store, another house, indeed
An X amount of G, the reason 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 all powdery
It ain't about the streets, it's 'bout the within
That give in to 'lice, down to bleed, G

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now success and I've become a target
They set me up
I guess, money equals more problems
They wanna hit me, wanna 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 on my gun, they got a brother on the run

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

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