Luyện nghe bài hát Stick N Move

(Talking)
{Bootleg}I got some bad for you Tony.
{Tony}Whut got?
lost the whole shipment.
{Tony}Whut you
{Bootleg}We lost the whole shipment. The Drug Cartel
intercepted the
shipment.
{Tony}Those fuckin' guys every fuckin' that happens! I
told you fuckaz to Stick N Move N get tha fuck there.
I see lots of people gots to die fuck (Fading).
(Bootleg) Part 2, 19 muthafuckin 96, tha
muthafuckin' rap Kapone, E, & my nigga Shoestring, gonna
Stick N Move & up yo ass fo' tha 9 6
My memories get haunted by in tha past, had an outlet to
be free dirty visions at last. A brothaz out here stalking,
but bitch you aint no. I've been poppin' panes, my brain
aint tha same no more, movin' like a criminal, but my mind
still me. I'm seeing the bloody images of tha tools that
me. Skeletons they walk with me, while holding my right hand.
My be weepin' N cryin' while I box with a deadman. Loc
tha AK, spot a family & kill 'em all. Take a knife, &
some blood on tha fuckin' wall. Murder, you bitches better
understand, fuck a plan, bring tha bitches right where they
stand. If you do that again, I wouldn't advice you to. 44
is good to go when I'm busting at fools. Takin' you hoes to
school. The N desks, no crooks or police sketch. You bitch
& no arrest. You can try yo muthafuckin' to stop a villian
on a spree. I'm living it so fuckin' hard & so easy.
Murder to tha degree, gotta represent dividend, president,
flint, is to me like peppermint. You'll never find my
fingerprints, so me getaway, murder victom, killer though,
free to strike day. Hurryed to runaway, to get some Yahjl
back where I stay, tha fedz are like mosquitos in tha way.
I'm to tha thang, take tha pain, 'cause I'm a ghetto champ.
Steal a quarter, & my whole neighborhood is like a camp,
food stamps & dealz is all a nigga know. Strut & Kokane,
got me addicted pass tha blow. Pass that. Grab my glock
to make my getaway smooth. Close eyez, no surprise, bitch
boom. N Move...
CHORUS Mov'n N Mov'n out, take that out your house,
that any. Here no evil see no evil, bitch N I done got away.
Mov'n N out, take that cocaine out your house, sight that any.
no evil, see no evil, bit
(Shoestring) Gangsta tha streets. Muthafucka
dont make me bust ya, buck ya down. Quick to your ass &
I bust some, whut tha fuck you quick to put it down N away.
Silencers be equipped so muthafucka there be no today.
Bring you to war, so playa haters lock ya door. AK 47
case up off tha floor. bout not can bout all tha stashes.
3 with masses, all we leave is ashes. Take ya shit &
dashes, move in tha caskats, fo' a murder got me breakin'
out in rashes. So we can reach N your ass, like hoes reachin'
fo' ya clothes, ain't no fo' ya toes. People with ammo is
creepin' my block, str8'n with a glock, followed by a hollow
point shot. watch yo aaass, a killaz creepin' up from tha
past, finger fast, & you be fuckin' last. I'm a killa, so
dont fuck with this Grim Reaper, gonna go her, don't wanna
hit you this street sweeper. Down where I'm callin, niggaz
sellin' now you swellin'. Put it on them bitches, 'cause always
tellin'. Click tha stick, so we be screamin' Fuck-A-lot,
state which you never saw from tha straw. So whut tha fuck
us hustlaz Drinkin? Thinkin? Been thinkin better fuck
your mutha. Fuck nigga with Shoestring. Slap it across your
hands & ya screamin' my polos bloody, my case was lookin'
kinda muddy. Stub with this head, fuck you dred, leave you
dead, tha swamp. I'm so high, bitchin, tension, still kickin'
slim shit. S to tha H to tha O-E String 96 trix playin'
duece with dicks off that ass. So skutch me as I drop my
as I pop that clip nigga lots. N Move...

(Ghetto E) Ughhh, rat a tat to tha tat, I'm
take him out his misery. Put his ass in a box & him as a
memory. See when you sleep, that's we creep. Get on your
toes, you off your feet, damn, beep, N damn I peep. then
I him or I, so I got him. Master Mass took my shit, then I
him. Left him bloody with no money. Cut his pocket, cocked,
seen his head, dropped it, popped it. Now I was like a
bowling ball. Who's 10 whut? I'm sending him to tha
graveyard. Time to play, Eric Dorseys on mission, I called
him Tony, Cody's in tha kitchen. Them talkin', conversation
on tha phone. Killa grabbed my chrome, I'm in his home.
That get it gone, put him in a headlock till I him choke.
So I used my kane, whip & his throat. Jody Jody's dead, now
this shit is smooth. Makin' to get paid, Eric Dorseys on
tha move.