Luyện nghe bài hát Yapp City

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

[Ghostface
Nobody move, nobody get
This is a stick up, I want y'all to lift skirts
I mean shirts, take ya hoodies off, jackets and
you put ya hands on the wall, empty ya pockets
Fix ya face, this a robbery, nigga, the juks
shaking, you making me nervous, I know that you shook
The is that sticking out from under ya foot?
Move, turn ya head around, nigga, you not look
Stacks, you hiding from Tone? 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 reason why I don't shake hands, in case I you a phone
That's a buck fifty, long hickey, when I strike I do it
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
nigga, eat through ya chest like some fucking whiskey

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

[Sun
Aiyo, I up, packed the shotti
mags in lobbies, with red dots, to detach the body
If you a boss, why ya cash is
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 paper bag tsunamis
I take shit, lumberjacks and
Niggaz passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass 'em
My black glove, black mask,
Sent the order to Trife Dies', and he gon' send 'em fast, flying in
cowards couldn't clash our lion's den
That forty-four mag'll twist ya and the cav you flying in
We hoping out cabs like Men
It's hard to believe how niggaz with no bag supplying sense
cuz my staff is hiring
Canine with felonies duck fast when firing

[Trife Da
Aiyo, we carry like a octopus
Shorty's strapped with the mac inside her book
Blowing all lots of
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
Face down, lay on the ground, no moves
Yo, then, take off his Timbs and get the work out his
Rip off the pockets out his shoes, make he come out his used
I hear sirens, plus the cameras is watching, it's to move
If you lolly-gagging, word to mama, body bag 'im
Leave his frame riddled with holes, looking like 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 in his mouth, said "You don't want the action
These ain't E pills, nigga, these is aspirin
Bean, blast 'im, get his girl for his cash and
Yo, E, go the whip, they 'bout to witness a slashing" (BOY!)