Luyện nghe bài hát Yapp City

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

[Ghostface
Nobody move, nobody get
This is a stick up, I want y'all to lift y'all
I mean shirts, take ya hoodies off, jackets and
Before you put ya hands on the wall, ya pockets
Fix ya face, this a robbery, nigga, the juks
Stop shaking, you making me nervous, I 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 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 shake hands, in case I gave you a
That's a buck fifty, long hickey, I strike I do it quickly
up on my victims 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 some fucking whiskey

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

God]
Aiyo, I post up, the shotti
Black mags in lobbies, with red dots, to detach the
If you a boss, why ya cash is
This a Island burglar gang, ock, not no Ave could stop me
I'm on the road, not no massive
When it come to that dough, it over flow like paper bag
I take shit, lumberjacks and
passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass behind 'em
My glove, black mask, requirements
Sent the order to Trife Dies', and he send 'em fast, they flying in
These cowards clash our lion's den
forty-four mag'll twist ya aves and the cav you flying in
We hoping out cabs Iron Men
It's hard to how niggaz leave with no bag supplying sense
Empty cuz my is hiring
Canine dogs with felonies fast when firing

[Trife Da
Aiyo, we arms like a octopus
Shorty's with the mac inside her pocket book
Blowing all of kush
tints on the V so the D's can't spot the crooks
Just throw ya hands in the sky, don't try to 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 pockets out his shoes, make sure he come out his
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 down, this kid was frozen
stones so we decided to yapp 'im
I put the in his mouth, said "You don't want the action
These ain't E pills, nigga, these is fuckin
Bean, blast 'im, Homo' get his girl for his and
Yo, E, go stop the whip, they 'bout to a slashing" (BOY!)