Luyện nghe bài hát Yapp City

[Intro: Killah]
bell ringing]
Yeah, yeah, we want all shit, we'll take all that 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 search them bitches
go...

[Ghostface
Nobody move, get hurt
This is a up, I want y'all to lift y'all skirts
I mean shirts, ya hoodies off, jackets 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 that you shook
The fuck is that sticking out from ya foot?
Move, turn ya head around, nigga, you not look
Stacks, you hiding Tone? I'll shake, rattle ya bones
You killed him! Nah, hit him with the back of the chrome
In the dark, yo, I do alone
That's the reason why I don't 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, it hard for you to stick me
Cuz if we shoot it out, cuz if I die tonight you coming me
Bitch-ass nigga, eat through ya chest like some whiskey

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

[Sun
Aiyo, I up, packed the shotti
Black 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 to that dough, it over flow like paper bag tsunamis
I shit, lumberjacks and Tommy's
Niggaz passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I behind 'em
My black glove, black mask,
the order to Trife Dies', and he gon' send 'em fast, they flying in
These cowards couldn't clash our den
That forty-four mag'll twist ya and the cav you flying in
We hoping out cabs like Men
hard to believe how niggaz leave with no bag supplying sense
Empty cuz my is hiring
dogs with felonies duck fast when firing

[Trife Da
Aiyo, we carry arms like a
Shorty's with the mac inside her pocket book
Blowing all of kush
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
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 he come out his used
I hear sirens, the cameras is watching, it's time to move
If you lolly-gagging, word to mama, body bag 'im
Leave his frame riddled with holes, like Gotti had 'im
Bragging, juked, in the wagon,
We slid a few blocks down, this kid was
With stones so we decided to '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!)