Luyện nghe bài hát The Stick Up

It's still that goose winter time grind rhyme
Ski mask over the face too abrasive for prime time
It's Bons Bons after
Bon appetite for the streets opposite of the thong
That barbaric on the Von Erichs
Seance in the park bringing back the spirit
Designer versus the streets they engineer 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 every
And I in ill like I'm working in a clinic
I author a authentic of dope
The
messages kill like there's SARS in the envelope
This ain't that it's that shit to get you further
fish less burgers spit it with a purpose
Make the verse it plan it Til it's perfect
to my jack, you know my work kid

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

2

You ninjas are struggling I em like Clubber Lang
Ajax Warrior, crushing another
The to this game is there are none
Eat all the first 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 it, my mind I shine 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 it like a curtain
Put a on the airwaves
Listeners brains be trained to not that they are slaves
Now the out the cave, who wanna 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 it that hard for you
put your hands up like I'm robbing you
Move it forward, bring it
Chains getting snatched and is getting smacked
I ain't trying to it that hard for you
But everybody, get your hands up like I'm you.

From cardboard to Krylon I rhyme on
DJs spin it heads rock it in the
Lex, Beamer, horse, south to north
Verbal murder a champagne cork popping off
Who want it with the one man 300 the
Turn a house to Madison Square Garden
Beg pardon, trouble me not starting
But I'll it, have you on a milk carton
my darling keep the tree sparking
Tell them cornballs they are dead men
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 this is a robbery
I'm not trying to make it that for you
Everybody put your up like I'm robbing you
Move it forward, it back
getting 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.