Luyện nghe bài hát The Stick Up

It's that bubble goose winter time grind rhyme
Ski mask over the face shit too for prime time
It's Bons Bons after
Bon appetite for the streets opposite of the thong
barbaric curse on the Von Erichs
Seance in the park bringing back the spirit
Designer versus generic the streets they it
Won't say it's authentic cause you it when you hear it
I ain't heard it in a minute so I murder gimmick
And I specialize in ill like I'm working in a
I author a authentic brand of
The
Their messages like there's SARS in the envelope
This ain't that it's that shit to get you further
More fish less spit it with a purpose
Make the verse worth it it Til it's perfect
React to my jack, you my work kid

Hip Hop is my property,
I'm here to take it 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 heroes is smacked
I ain't trying to it that hard for you
But everybody, get your up like I'm robbing you.

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You ninjas are struggling I em like Clubber Lang
Ajax Warrior, another gang
The rules to this is there are none
Eat all the comp first from bar one
Ya'll done, your has ran
Velvet now removed see the iron hand
And the man who's behind it, never blinded
Survive any climate, deliver the
And the women will find it, my mind I with
Bring em back to my crib and em the Heimlich
Dirty version crews I'm murking be working girls be twerking
And I'm certain you can it like a curtain
Put a on the airwaves
Listeners brains be trained to not know they are slaves
Now the wolfs out the cave, who wanna be
You can say a million but you still my prey

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

From cardboard to Krylon I rhyme on
DJs spin it heads it in the Scion
Lex, Beamer, iron horse, south to
Verbal murder a champagne cork popping off
Who want it with the one man 300 the
Turn a house party to Madison Garden
Beg your pardon, me not starting
But I'll it, have you on a milk carton
my darling keep the tree sparking
Tell them they are dead men walking
It's exhausting, stop your barking
It's a new day at dawn and your warning

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