Luyện nghe bài hát The Stick Up

It's still bubble goose winter time grind rhyme
Ski mask over the face shit too for prime time
It's Bons after Wontons
Bon appetite for the streets of the thong song
That curse on the Von Erichs
Seance in the park back the arts spirit
Designer generic the streets they engineer it
Won't say it's authentic cause you know it you hear it
I ain't it in a minute so I murder every gimmick
And I specialize in ill like I'm in a clinic
I author a authentic brand of
The
Their messages kill like there's SARS in the
ain't that murder it's that shit to get you further
More less burgers spit it with a purpose
Make the verse worth it plan it Til perfect
React to my jack, you know my kid

Hip Hop is my property,
I'm to take it back this is a robbery
I'm not trying to it that hard for you
Everybody put hands up like I'm robbing you
it forward, bring it back
Chains getting snatched and heroes is getting
I ain't trying to make it hard for you
But everybody, get your hands up like I'm you.

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You ninjas are struggling I snuff em like Lang
Ajax Warrior, crushing gang
The rules to this game is there are
Eat all the comp first from bar one
Ya'll done, your has ran
Velvet glove now removed see the hand
And the man behind it, never been blinded
Survive any climate, the diamond
And the women will find it, my mind I with
Bring em to my crib and show em the Heimlich
Dirty crews I'm murking words be working girls be twerking
And I'm certain you can drop it a curtain
Put a on the airwaves
brains be trained to not know that they are slaves
Now the wolfs out the cave, who be brave?
You can say a prayers but you still my prey

Hip Hop is my property,
I'm here to it back this is a robbery
I'm not trying to make it hard for you
Everybody put your up like I'm robbing you
it forward, bring it back
Chains getting snatched and is getting smacked
I ain't trying to make it hard for you
But everybody, get your hands up I'm robbing you.

From cardboard to Krylon microphones I on
DJs spin it heads it in the Scion
Lex, Beamer, iron horse, south to
Verbal murder like a cork popping off
Who want it the one man 300 the Spartan
Turn a house party to Square Garden
Beg pardon, trouble me not starting
But I'll finish it, you on a milk carton
Rock my keep the tree sparking
Tell them cornballs they are men walking
It's exhausting, chump your barking
It's a new day at dawn and your final

Hip Hop is my property,
I'm to take it back this is a robbery
I'm not trying to make it hard for you
Everybody put your hands up I'm robbing you
Move it forward, bring it
Chains snatched and heroes is getting smacked
I trying to make it that hard for you
But everybody, get hands up like I'm robbing you.