Luyện nghe bài hát Yapp City

[Intro: Killah]
bell ringing]
Yeah, yeah, we want all that shit, we'll all that shit
up on 'im right, feel me?
Soon as he around, just yapp this nigga
I got everything,
They ain't gotta do nothing, but just them bitches
go...

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

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

God]
Aiyo, I post up, the shotti
Black in lobbies, with red dots, to detach the body
If you a boss, why ya is sloppy?
This a Staten Island burglar gang, ock, not no Ave stop me
I'm on the road, not no robbery
When it come to that dough, it over flow like 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 Trife Dies', and he gon' 'em fast, they flying in
These cowards couldn't clash our den
That forty-four twist ya aves and the cav you flying in
We hoping out cabs like Men
It's hard to believe how niggaz leave with no bag sense
Empty cuz my is hiring
Canine dogs with felonies duck fast when

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