Luyện nghe bài hát Yapp City

[Intro: Ghostface
[church ringing]
Yeah, yeah, we want all that shit, we'll take all shit
Sneak up on 'im right, me?
Soon as he turn around, just yapp this
I got everything,
ain't gotta do nothing, but just search them bitches
go...

[Ghostface
Nobody move, nobody get
This is a up, I want y'all to lift y'all skirts
I mean shirts, take ya hoodies off, jackets and
Before you put ya hands on the wall, ya pockets
Fix ya face, this a robbery, nigga, the juks
Stop shaking, you making me nervous, I know you shook
The fuck is sticking out from under ya foot?
Move, turn ya around, nigga, you better not look
Stacks, you hiding Tone? I'll shake, rattle ya bones
You killed him! Nah, hit him the back of the fucking chrome
In the dark, yo, I do alone
the reason why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone
That's a buck fifty, long hickey, when I strike I do it
Creep up on my victims swiftly, make it hard for you to me
Cuz if we it out, cuz if I die tonight you coming with me
Bitch-ass nigga, eat through ya like some fucking whiskey

[Chorus: Solomon
BOY! Gut him like a pig in the
Or off ya bitch body parts
BOY! Poison a guard dog, disarm the devices
ya head in vicegrips (yeah)
BOY! Or stick a hot through his heart
Get to sticking for the right prices
BOY! Yeah, is priceless.. GET 'EM!

God]
Aiyo, I post up, the shotti
Black mags in lobbies, with red dots, to detach the
If you a boss, why ya is sloppy?
This a Island burglar gang, ock, not no Ave could stop me
I'm on the road, not no massive
When it come to that dough, it over like paper bag tsunamis
I take shit, lumberjacks and
Niggaz out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass behind 'em
My black glove, mask, requirements
Sent the order to Dies', and he gon' send 'em fast, they flying in
These cowards couldn't clash our den
That forty-four mag'll ya aves and the cav you flying in
We hoping out cabs Iron Men
It's hard to how niggaz leave with no bag supplying sense
Empty cuz my is hiring
Canine dogs with felonies duck when firing

[Trife Da
Aiyo, we arms like a octopus
Shorty's strapped with the mac her pocket book
Blowing all lots of
Dark tints on the V so the D's can't spot the
Just throw ya hands in the sky, don't try to the juks
Face down, lay on the ground, no moves
Yo, then, take off his Timbs and get the out his shoes
Rip off the pockets out his shoes, sure he come out his used
I hear sirens, plus the cameras is watching, it's time to
If you lolly-gagging, word to mama, I'll bag 'im
Leave his frame with holes, looking like Gotti had 'im
Bragging, juked, in the wagon,
We slid a few blocks down, kid was frozen
stones so we decided to yapp 'im
I put the in his mouth, said "You don't want the action
These ain't E pills, nigga, these is aspirin
Bean, 'im, Homo' get his girl for his cash and
Yo, E, go stop the whip, they to witness a slashing" (BOY!)