Luyện nghe bài hát Stick N Move

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

(Ghetto E) Ughhh, rat a tat to tha tat, I'm
him out his misery. Put his ass in a box & leave him as a
memory. See you sleep, that's when we creep. Get on your
toes, knock you off your feet, damn, beep, N I peep. then
I know him or I, so I got him. Mass took my shit, then I
shot him. him bloody with no money. Cut his pocket, cocked,
his head, dropped it, popped it. Now I was rollin' like a
muthafuckin' ball. Who's 10 whut? I'm sending him to tha
graveyard. Time to play, Eric on another mission, I called
him Tony, Cody's in tha kitchen. Them niggaz talkin',
on tha phone. Killa gone 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 & slit his throat. Jody dead, now
this is smooth. Makin' money to get paid, Eric Dorseys on
tha move.