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 nigga
I got everything,
They ain't gotta do nothing, but just search them
go...

[Ghostface
move, nobody get hurt
This is a up, I want y'all to lift y'all skirts
I mean shirts, take ya hoodies off, and watches
you put ya hands on the wall, empty ya pockets
Fix ya face, this a robbery, nigga, respect the
Stop shaking, you making me nervous, I know you shook
The fuck is that sticking out under ya foot?
Move, turn ya head around, nigga, you not look
Stacks, you hiding from I'll shake, rattle ya bones
You killed him! Nah, hit him the back of the fucking chrome
In the dark, yo, I do this
That's the why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone
That's a buck fifty, long hickey, when I I do it quickly
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 chest some fucking whiskey

[Chorus: Solomon
BOY! Gut him a pig in the dark
Or auction off ya bitch body
BOY! a guard dog, disarm the alarm devices
Throw ya in vicegrips (yeah)
BOY! Or stick a hot blade his heart
Get to sticking niggaz for the right
BOY! Yeah, is priceless.. GET 'EM!

[Sun
Aiyo, I post up, packed the
mags in lobbies, with red dots, to detach the body
If you a boss, why ya cash is
This a Staten burglar gang, ock, not no Ave could stop me
I'm on the road, not no robbery
When it come to that dough, it over like paper bag tsunamis
I shit, lumberjacks and Tommy's
Niggaz passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass 'em
My black glove, mask, requirements
Sent the order to Trife Dies', and he gon' send 'em fast, they in
These cowards clash our lion's den
That forty-four mag'll twist ya and the cav you flying in
We hoping out like Iron Men
hard to believe 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
strapped with the mac inside her pocket book
Blowing all of kush
Dark on the V so the D's can't spot the crooks
Just throw ya hands in the sky, try to stop the juks
down, lay on the ground, no sudden moves
Yo, then, take off his and get the work out his shoes
Rip off the pockets out his shoes, make sure he out his used
I hear sirens, plus the cameras is watching, time to move
If you lolly-gagging, to mama, I'll body bag 'im
Leave his frame riddled 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 tool in his mouth, said "You want the action
These E pills, nigga, these is fuckin aspirin
Bean, blast 'im, get his girl for his cash and
Yo, E, go the whip, they 'bout to witness a slashing" (BOY!)