Luyện nghe bài hát Yapp City

[Intro: Ghostface
[church bell
Yeah, yeah, we want all that shit, we'll take all that
up on 'im right, feel me?
Soon as he turn around, just this nigga
I got everything,
They ain't 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, 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 that you
The is that sticking out from under ya foot?
Move, ya head around, nigga, you better not look
Stacks, you hiding from Tone? shake, rattle ya bones
You killed him! Nah, hit him with the back of the fucking
In the dark, yo, I do alone
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 swiftly, make it hard for you to stick me
Cuz if we shoot it out, cuz if I die you coming with me
Bitch-ass nigga, eat through ya chest like some fucking

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

[Sun
Aiyo, I post up, the shotti
Black mags in lobbies, with red dots, to the body
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 robbery
When it come to that dough, it over flow paper bag tsunamis
I take shit, and Tommy's
Niggaz passing out like Culpepper, so I pass behind 'em
My glove, black mask, requirements
Sent the to Trife Dies', and he gon' send 'em fast, they flying in
These couldn't clash our lion's den
That mag'll twist ya aves and the cav you flying in
We hoping out cabs like Men
It's to believe how niggaz leave with no bag supplying sense
Empty cuz my staff is
Canine dogs with felonies duck fast firing

[Trife Da
Aiyo, we carry arms 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 ya hands in the sky, don't try to stop 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 out his shoes, make sure he come out his used
I hear sirens, the cameras is watching, it's time to move
If you lolly-gagging, to mama, I'll body bag 'im
Leave his frame riddled with holes, looking Gotti had 'im
Bragging, juked, in the wagon,
We slid a few blocks down, kid was frozen
With so we decided to yapp 'im
I put the tool in his mouth, said "You don't the action
ain't E pills, nigga, these is fuckin aspirin
Bean, blast 'im, get his girl for his cash and
Yo, E, go stop the whip, they to witness a slashing" (BOY!)