Luyện nghe bài hát The Stick Up

It's still that bubble goose winter time grind
Ski mask the face shit too abrasive for prime time
It's Bons after Wontons
Bon appetite for the streets of the thong song
That barbaric curse on the Von
Seance in the park bringing the arts spirit
Designer generic the streets they engineer it
Won't say authentic cause you know it when you hear it
I ain't it in a minute so I murder every gimmick
And I specialize in ill I'm working in a clinic
I a authentic brand of dope
The
messages kill like there's SARS in the envelope
This ain't that murder it's shit to get you further
fish less burgers 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 it back this is a robbery
I'm not trying to make it that for you
put your hands up like I'm robbing you
Move it forward, bring it
Chains getting and heroes is getting smacked
I ain't to make it that hard for you
But everybody, get your hands up like I'm you.

2

You ninjas are struggling I snuff em Clubber Lang
Ajax Warrior, crushing another
The to this game is there are none
Eat all the comp second from bar one
done, your reign has ran
Velvet glove now removed see the hand
And the man who's it, never been blinded
Survive any climate, the diamond
And the women will find it, my mind I shine
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 it like a curtain
Put a hurtin on the
Listeners brains be to not know that they are slaves
Now the wolfs out the cave, who be brave?
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 trying to make it that for you
Everybody put hands up like I'm robbing you
Move it forward, bring it
Chains getting snatched and is getting smacked
I ain't trying to make it hard for you
But everybody, get hands up like I'm robbing you.

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

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