Luyện nghe bài hát The Stick Up

It's still that bubble goose winter time grind
Ski mask over the shit too abrasive for prime time
It's Bons after Wontons
Bon appetite for the streets opposite of the thong
That barbaric on the Von Erichs
in the park bringing back the arts spirit
Designer versus generic the streets engineer it
Won't say it's authentic you know it when you hear it
I ain't heard it in a minute so I murder every
And I specialize in ill I'm working in a clinic
I author a authentic brand of
The
messages kill like there's SARS in the envelope
This ain't that murder it's that to get you further
fish less burgers spit it with a purpose
Make the verse worth it it Til it's perfect
to my jack, you know my work 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 your hands up I'm robbing you
Move it forward, bring it
Chains getting snatched and is getting smacked
I trying to make it that hard for you
But everybody, get your hands up like I'm you.

2

You are struggling I snuff em like Clubber Lang
Warrior, crushing another gang
The rules to this game is are none
Eat all the first second from bar one
done, your reign 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 find it, my mind I shine with
Bring em back to my crib and show em the
Dirty version crews I'm murking words be working be twerking
And I'm you can drop it like a curtain
Put a on the airwaves
Listeners be trained to not know that they are slaves
Now the out the cave, who wanna be brave?
You can say a prayers but you still my prey

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
Move it forward, bring it
Chains getting snatched and heroes is smacked
I trying to make it that hard for you
But everybody, get your up like I'm robbing you.

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

Hip Hop is my property,
I'm here to take it back this is a
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 it that hard for you
But everybody, get hands up like I'm robbing you.