Luyện nghe bài hát Stick N Move

(Talking)
{Bootleg}I got bad news for you Tony.
choo got?
{Bootleg}We lost the shipment.
you mean?
{Bootleg}We lost the whole shipment. The Drug Cartel
the whole
shipment.
{Tony}Those fuckin' guys every fuckin' time happens! I
told you fuckaz to Stick N Move N get tha fuck there.
I see lots of gots to die tonight fuck (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 dirty visions at last. A brothaz out here stalking,
but bitch you aint no. I've been window panes, my brain
aint tha same no more, just like a criminal, but my mind
still carries me. I'm seeing the bloody of tha tools that
bury me. Skeletons walk with me, while holding my right hand.
My mother be weepin' N cryin' I box with a deadman. Loc
tha AK, spot a family & 'em all. Take a butcher knife, &
spill some blood on tha fuckin' wall. Murder, you bitches
understand, fuck a plan, bring tha bitches down right they
stand. If you do that again, I wouldn't advice you to. 44
is good to go when I'm busting caps at fools. you hoes to
school. The books N desks, no or police sketch. You bitch
& no arrest. You can try yo muthafuckin' best to a villian
on a spree. I'm living it so fuckin' hard & so easy.
to tha first degree, gotta represent dividend, president,
flint, is sweet to me 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 I stay, tha fedz are like mosquitos in tha alley way.
I'm goin' to tha thang, tha pain, 'cause I'm a ghetto champ.
Steal a quarter, & my neighborhood is like a prison camp,
stamps & drug 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 your eyez, no surprise,
boom. N Move...
Mov'n N Mov'n out, take that cocaine out your house,
sight that any. Here no evil see no evil, bitch N I got away.
Mov'n N Mov'n out, take that cocaine out house, sight that any.
no evil, see no evil, bit
(Shoestring) Gangsta from tha streets.
dont make me bust ya, buck ya down. to bury 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. Riddlin' not can bout all tha stashes.
3 killaz with masses, all we leave is ashes. ya shit &
dashes, move away in tha caskats, fo' a murder got me
out in rashes. So we can reach N feel your ass, hoes reachin'
fo' ya clothes, no rump fo' ya toes. People with ammo is
creepin' my block, str8'n with a glock, followed by a hollow
point shot. Betta yo aaass, a killaz creepin' 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, wanna
hit you this street sweeper. Down where I'm callin, niggaz
sellin' now you swellin'. Put it on bitches, 'cause they 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? Thinkin? Been thinkin better fuck
your mutha. that nigga with Shoestring. Slap it across your
hands & watch ya screamin' my polos bloody, my was lookin'
kinda muddy. Stub with this bald head, 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 puttin' trix
duece with dicks off that ass. So me as I drop my grooves
as I pop that clip nigga lots. 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 when you sleep, that's when we creep. Get on
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
shot him. Left him bloody no money. Cut his pocket, cocked,
his head, dropped it, popped it. Now I was rollin' like a
muthafuckin' bowling ball. Who's 10 whut? I'm him to tha
graveyard. to play, Eric Dorseys on another mission, I called
him Tony, in tha kitchen. Them niggaz talkin', conversation
on tha phone. gone grabbed my chrome, I'm in his home.
That get it gone, put him in a headlock I heard him choke.
So I used my kane, whip & slit his throat. Jody's dead, now
this shit is smooth. Makin' money to get paid, Dorseys on
tha move.