Luyện nghe bài hát The Heist

Straight up nigga, I'm a nigga man
You what time it is with me, yo
right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it the middle man
Take the bones out man for
all applepie, yeah
Straight up, Flipmode BK thing

Aiyo, it was the heist since ice
Precise
Skated outta wit the Fruit Loop jewels
Holdin' a navy Uzi
Krush Groovin' waves off the
Coolin', that's how we make
gun brawlers, bounce
Black down bill-a-head banks, Malibu shanks
the way we live, Staten Island kid

Old dog in it, the vaccine with no pork in it
Vivid paper chasin'
swollen, we holdin'
Drink chocolate milk we roll in
It's like ya'll, we gangstas
all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond
Tiffany's, pretty brick is on the second floor balcony
Gems is magnificent, is cryin'
"Busta Rhymes me, nevermind help!"

Aiyo 'em at the ice pavilion, dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas covered in vest pieces think like a mob
like Patsy in the mask, piece bust
Got aggravated, the glass pieces
One nigga beamin', fagot ass lay on the ya fuck!
his broken arm to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live
Three young Italians, suited down style

I'm in valor white designin' on the
Felt like some was in back of me
on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set
Ghost backin' me bust a shot,
male in paper work, Lord
We get together more before we blow this
nobody
Left 'em all down, brotha
Three ass 6's, Gucci colors

Money!
Drop on the floor
Nigga, pass the keys to the
me all the cash in the drawer
Or I promise be payin' the price
Feelin' like a died twice
Execute the greatest diamond heist
niggas know we out to get this money!

(C'mon money! C'mon money! money!)
Raekwon, Ghostface, Marce c'mon!
(C'mon money! C'mon money! C'mon money! money!)
Let's get money nigga

Yeah we the mind out west
Somewhere in
The Feds is after us, on my back
Whippin' the Acuras, feel a Mac bustin'
A rug in Preston on
I'll bust in gate, nigga it's nothin'
A storm, ice rainin', mind containin'
Info, nigga you in for complainin'

Sick bars deep in language
Did I you how my day's spent?
Speakin' through the face of Ronald
Iceberg history,
Kaleidescope colors, head shells and flarin' gunmen
Hate to see me comin' like skies on day of judgment
Makes you wonder the love went
Hit a nigga, feed him to buzzards

Put up numbers, I'm one to push his mug in
We duck in the safe, check I'm huggin'
Rocks the size of some shit, out in the
My arms full, let's get the fuck out, I got you

Aiyo we do great study on and stones like archaeologists
Gemologists, collect the most priceless anonymous
stones yellow like a pumpkin
Dunkin' Donut size stones make me wanna cut the safe open
Rae pass the blowtorch, ghost brought the stick
Marciano brought a chisel an ice pick
Princess cuts, settings
Plannin' the world's diamond heist
a tune by Otis Redding

Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just still?
to throw on a skully and tying a rag tight
Throwin' light went off and in the
Grabbed the necklace from off the satin pillow while the glass
Ice lay across the crushed burgundy
Up in the slide-tray
Gun in face, slide it right away
with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas

We got them niggas drunk and talkin' see
You know the way we straight manipulated this
We swindle them niggas for all their precious
Before we skated and shit, yeah, niggas know we skated early
Disguised ourselves as the Jews and even left my sideburns curly
Bounce to Mexico and spend pesos
And bury the diamonds on an island never heard like Turks in Keikos
Everytime we hit, we in and out
Don't be surprised if we behind supplyin' all the platinum and shit

(Money! Money! Money! Money!)
Yeah, the world's greatest jewel
(Money! Money! Money! Money!)
Thoroughly and executed
(Money! Money! Money! ! Money!)
By other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
(Money! Money! Money! Money!)
Marciano and Busta Rhymes
(Money!)
A job well done fellas, very piece of work