Luyện nghe bài hát Stick N Move

(Talking)
{Bootleg}I got some bad for you Tony.
{Tony}Whut choo
{Bootleg}We the whole shipment.
you mean?
{Bootleg}We lost the whole shipment. The Columbian Drug
intercepted the
shipment.
{Tony}Those fuckin' every fuckin' time that happens! I
told you fuckaz to N Move N get tha fuck outta there.
I see lots of people gots to die tonight (Fading).
(Bootleg) Part 2, 19 96, Bootleg tha
muthafuckin' rap Kapone, Ghetto E, & my nigga Shoestring,
Stick N Move & up yo ass fo' tha 9 6
My get haunted by events in tha past, had an outlet to
be free from dirty visions at last. A brothaz out stalking,
but bitch you aint no. I've poppin' window panes, my brain
aint tha same no more, just like a criminal, but my mind
carries me. I'm seeing the bloody images of tha tools that
bury me. Skeletons they walk 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. a butcher knife, &
spill some blood on tha wall. Murder, you bitches better
understand, fuck a plan, bring tha bitches down 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 books N desks, no crooks or sketch. You bitch
& no arrest. You can try yo muthafuckin' best to stop a
on a spree. I'm living it so fuckin' hard & so easy.
Murder to tha first degree, represent dividend, president,
flint, is to me like peppermint. You'll never find my
fingerprints, so watch me getaway, murder victom, though,
free to strike another day. to runaway, to get some Yahjl
back where I stay, tha are like mosquitos in tha alley way.
I'm to tha thang, take tha pain, 'cause I'm a ghetto champ.
Steal a quarter, & my whole is like a prison camp,
food stamps & drug dealz is all a know. Strut & Kokane,
got me addicted nigga pass tha blow. Pass that. my glock
to make my getaway smooth. Close your eyez, no surprise,
boom. N Move...
CHORUS Mov'n N Mov'n out, take that cocaine out house,
that any. Here no evil see no evil, bitch N I done got away.
Mov'n N Mov'n out, take that cocaine out your house, sight any.
no evil, see no evil, bit
(Shoestring) from tha streets. Muthafucka
dont make me bust ya, buck ya down. Quick to bury ass &
then I bust some, whut tha fuck you quick to put it N away.
Silencers be equipped so muthafucka be no sound today.
you to war, so playa haters lock ya door. AK 47 locstas
case up off tha floor. Riddlin' bout not can 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 N feel your ass, like hoes 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. watch yo aaass, a killaz creepin' up from tha
past, finger fast, & you be fuckin' last. I'm a killa, so
fuck with this Grim Reaper, gonna go peep her, don't wanna
hit you with this street sweeper. Down where I'm callin,
sellin' now you swellin'. Put it on them bitches, they always
tellin'. Click tha stick, so we be screamin' Fuck-A-lot,
state which you aint never saw from tha straw. So whut tha
us hustlaz Drinkin? Thinkin? Been thinkin better fuck
your mutha. Fuck that nigga with Shoestring. Slap it across
& watch ya screamin' my polos bloody, my case was lookin'
kinda muddy. Stub with bald head, fuck you dred, leave you
dead, thru tha swamp. I'm so high, bitchin, tension, kickin'
shit. S to tha H to tha O-E String 96 puttin' trix playin'
duece with off that ass. So skutch 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
take him out his misery. Put his ass in a box & him as a
memory. See when you sleep, 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. Master Mass took my shit, I
him. Left him bloody with no money. Cut his pocket, cocked,
seen his head, dropped it, it. Now I was rollin' like a
muthafuckin' bowling ball. 10 whut? I'm sending him to tha
graveyard. to play, Eric Dorseys on another mission, I called
him Tony, Cody's in tha kitchen. Them talkin', conversation
on tha phone. Killa gone my chrome, I'm in his home.
get it gone, put him in a headlock till I heard him choke.
So I my kane, whip & slit his throat. Jody Jody's dead, now
this shit is smooth. Makin' money to get paid, Dorseys on
tha move.