Luyện nghe bài hát The Stick Up

It's still bubble goose winter time grind rhyme
Ski mask over the face shit too abrasive for prime
It's Bons Bons after
Bon for the streets opposite of the thong song
barbaric curse on the Von Erichs
Seance in the park bringing the arts spirit
Designer versus generic the they engineer it
Won't say it's authentic you know it when you hear it
I ain't heard it in a so I murder every gimmick
And I specialize in ill like I'm in a clinic
I author a brand of dope
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 it's
React to my jack, you my work kid

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

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You ninjas are struggling I snuff em like Clubber
Ajax Warrior, crushing another
The rules to game is there are none
Eat all the comp first second bar one
Ya'll done, your has ran
Velvet glove now removed see the hand
And the man who's behind it, been blinded
Survive any climate, deliver the
And the will find it, my mind I shine with
Bring em back to my crib and show em the
Dirty crews I'm murking words be working girls be twerking
And I'm you can drop 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 be brave?
You can say a prayers but you still my prey

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

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

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