Luyện nghe bài hát Stick You

[Intro - conversation Capone in the background]

Yo, yo - you got that shit? Let me see that. (It's here, yo)
Look - look, son! That's the second time nigga did that, yo!
time! Taste that, yo! (What the fuck is this shit, yo?)
Is this your shit, no? Is it? (No, this is weak)
Yo, that's the second son did that shit, yo
(Word, I wanna talk...)
Yo, fuck yo (word up)
We're gonna go get him now, yo, us, us, right here, yo
Us, yo, else, we gonna get him, yo
(listen, listen, son)
[Tragedy] Listen, listen - Yo, we gotta map this out, son
we can't just be runnin' things...
[Noreaga] us on 160 - the nigga be on 1-5-2,
and we just do it on 160, we gonna get...
[Tragedy] Look, I'm sayin' dun, we keep it real, man
(He ain't do it to us again son! We gonna do it son!)
Look, I'm - you know I'm with you - you know how we get down
We get the nigga but we gotta map this shit out right
cause people, I... That got mad, fuckin,
you know what I'm sayin' Boricua niggas runnin' him (word?)
You know what I'm
[Noreaga] They ain't gonna it,
we move it's raining son,
they ain't gonna it right now,
they gonna expect it, son
I ain't trying to have no 2-5 casualties, man,
that's what I'm sayin', I us to get in,
and get the out...

[Tragedy
41-12, to the U.S.A. building in Iraq
My crew bust back, cap peeling
crew dealing, in a box with no feeling
Informer type, what you get for squealing
It's the money or the son, ready to die
Infinit-i, yo, papi, call Ki
The coke connect - trust us, he wanna touch us
So Russ, tell him, scoop me in the Lexus
all good, in the 'hood, nobody know shhh
Infrared, off the roof, some ol' scope
CNN, desert men, holding the with gorilla grip
Sing Sing, convict
the door, C-4, detonatin' shhh
Blow the spot, don't give a who you go and get
We the yayo
And the cash that's in the stash, strip his drawers
Yo, the crack of his ass
(Noreaga) Yo, on some shhh?!
Nah kid, we on some shit
we here, we might as well get all of it
Inshallah akbar supporter
CNN, men supreme order(word)

A kassi[???], three and a quarter, Arab
Me and shorty from the Mecca, having a
Play the Bar, sipping on French connection
On the rocks, son, hit me on the box
Time to hit the spot, regulate the fucking block

[Tragedy
the gray tape, gag his mouth, leave him for the rats
Stuck him for the yayo couldn't get the back

So you at?

[Tragedy
me uptown, by the polo ground
Strapped with the vest, plus I got the
Tell Caduece(tell who?), the A.K.(wha?),
so can hold me down

Aight kicko, I'ma you in a hour, keep the three power close
Gotta get dun, and we
Met papi in Iraq(huh?), winged by the back
Opened up the trunk, and in the big gat
Took off, threw the skully mask over the
We war prone, desert men all shown
Met on 1-5-2, now we figure,
Looking for that rich Dominican with that gold act
Chico, he got perico, little do he
We him for all of his dough(nigga)

[Tragedy] This ain't oridinary sh thug sh, that you used to, Q.U.
We stick you, we supposed to
[Tragedy] Not your ordinary sh sh that you used to, Q.U.
[Noreaga] We you

Yo, for years I been buying my from the same cat
Gherri curl nigga, Dominican nigga who look
As I back, transform coke to crack
Yo amigo, him and Rico, they got
Son I the spot, like the back of my hand
a plan, we sticking him and his man
Working zip-lock, pop the lock, flee the
the knot, national(hurry up! hurry up!),
tell come and get me on 160
I got three people me, with trenches
We uptown on the benches
The cab taking long, Dominicans strong
Claiming that it's on, from 'til dawn
We right the street, they don't see us
Ay yo, our Cuban disguise, it got us looking we Jesus
Inshallah, we flee the mega far
Jump up in car, and scream "Alhumdu Allah!"
25 people sleep, the other 25 lost heat(snitching)
A gave up Luis, and said it wasn't it
The CNN drug circuit, (yo) blind
Pass the gray tape, regulate, cowboy strapped
To the chair, stay there, he a Power Ranger
snitched on me while in danger
Noreaga, that ass like a stranger
Yo - yo yo -

you, and him too - you and you
(Bitch ass nigga)
Got you back, got you
We got you back - from that fake yak