Luyện nghe bài hát The Robbery Song

Niggas we do robberies, we ain't running up in no crib for 2 g's
We want about 50 and 4 ki's
And maybe after that we just breath
But if you it can't happen, nigga please
We put you on knees, like you was praying
We playing
the o-ffi-cial, o-rig-inal, season-al, motherfucking crimi-nals

You know the format, ringing your bell, standing on your
'who is it? " your sentence
through the peephole with your eyes squinching
Too late, we kicked the door off the
I you selling stacks of crack getting mad-tracked
Thats why we in your place, your face in the carpet
With the rug rats, where the at, fuck that!
I represent broke niggas who ain't no nigga
rolled in bamboo cause we here to smoke niggas
And fuck them uppercuts, like we to fight you up
Man, we hang you from a and light you up
We free delivery cause we take niggas out
Leaving you cracking like daffy with duct tape on mouth
And roping you with and tessles squeezing your blood vessel
Leaving your ass up like pretzels
Ak to the inye to the le, rolling real g's
Doing these robberies yes!

I'm on some mike tyson ex-wife kid
how I'm living
Cause when I start robbing, you'd better giving
How else you the money's supposed to come thats why
When I need I grab the toaster and stick niggas for they crumbs
I as you get stuck for bucks
Whether it's in or airports cause I don't give a flying fuck
I it like an incinerator was the topic
Cause be damned if you ain't
empty in your pockets
Shake you like gelatin, and for all you good semaritans playing
Akinyele put one in your
And leave your stomachs like the number 0
As a rob like work cause I need mad
Cream, like put you in intensive care
With the 9 backing you up like spines
your materialistic things like rings
Like your hoe, doe, gold and diamonds
I turned art into art-tillery
With guns that bark to them from killing me
On point, like a sword cause I stay on board
Ready to clap a stinking victim a fucking applause
Anywhere,
Even if you got in your wallet
don't mean your money's safe
So act like you not having it I start grabbing it
Guns in your face (gibberish) you talk arabic
Holding a mac that I pimp like a
But some of you macks, find a mac
Ever since you lost job at mcdonalds
But I know that I'll your ass like nanu-nanu
By one shell in your head like a rhino
Or I'll do to 2 to head
I damn wanted to let you know that you ain't who's hot
And you niggas not making it home in the fucking
Because..............